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May 2014
****, what a body, and sometimes
she touches me.
****, what a great voice,  and sometimes
she sings to me.
****, what a smile, and sometimes
it's directed at me.
Our laughs match like
we were meant to be.

r.c.
I should not feel like this.
Quiet
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Quiet  Behind You
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