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Jun 2014
I've barely known you for a month,
And yet I can't get you off of my mind.
Why do I feel this irrisistible pull toward you?
I have a tendency toward this, you know.
Fall hard.
Fall fast.
You'd think I didn't get enough love as a child.
Because when it comes to your love,
I'm a child begging for more.
You are my ice cream dipped in chocolate,
You are my insatiable craving.
But I don't know what to say
Or how to say it.
So when I say the right thing,
And you smile at me,
I'm a child.
And I'll do everything I can
To hear your laugh,
And see your smile,
Again,
And again,
And again.
And the brighter your smile,
The harder,
And deeper,
And faster
I fall.
Liz Hill
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Liz Hill  United States
(United States)   
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