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Apr 2014
So **** tired,
But I can not sleep.
Because I won’t be hers,
And I feel so weak
Against what occurs,
Not a word I’ll speak
For I’ll share my heat.
I’ll put her first,
And kiss her cheek.
When she’s her worse
I’ll lift her to the peak.

With infinite knowledge,
And maybe the last dance.
Won’t stop until the law’s abolished,
Not until we can share the same glance.
Love's is a hell of a drug.
Cole Nubson
Written by
Cole Nubson  Fargo, ND
(Fargo, ND)   
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   Erenn and imaginary reality
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