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May 2014
His dark complexion, phases her delight in many matters.
His chocolate eyes, seemingly melt in to the girls confused stare.
His broad arms, make her melt.
His strength, frighten her.
His smile, seems wicked; but so soothing.
His voice, chimes in to this oblivious girl.

Me...

What's the care but the hatred I felt as I fell into him?
But I'm holding on.
Crying, weeping... Same thing?
HE still pulled me into his arms.
Hold my hand, Squeezing it to pieces.
Like his temper taking him.
*What did I do?
Just something for my followers...........
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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