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Apr 2014
Talking to you,
It makes me miss you more and more,
With every breath I breathe.
You take my heart,
Swirl it around and do your magic.
Its like I'm in a trance,
Like I've been swept under your spell.
Talking to her is dangerous.
Love
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   Francisco DH and Queen Bee
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