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Jul 2011
I pick up the telephone, pick up my heart & pour it out.
I just wanted you to feel that way.
You make it really hard for me to breath, you know.
I suppose it's pretty pathetic for me to want this way,
but I also suppose I probably don't care.
I pull the keys out of the ignition, and watch.
I just love the way you move.
You're vulnerable, I know.
Laura Leeann White
Written by
Laura Leeann White  Nevada City, CA
(Nevada City, CA)   
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