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Jun 2014
I want you in the most innocent of ways.
When I sit behind you my hand aches to touch your neck.
When my clumsy nature gets the best of me,
I want you to catch me.
When I imagine a house,
a family,
a future,
you are there haunting every vision.
**But I'll never have the chance to plague your heart
with the disease that is my love
because someone else
has already poisoned it.
definitely not my best work, but i needed it off my chest...
Written by
nessa
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     Marlo and Calvero
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