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Jul 2014
Smile
you dance your hips and thighs romance
Silky words
grip my nerves
my words can hardly find me
My dear I'm here and your head lights are blinding
Caution taken
none forsaken
Thoughts were flowing
hearts were breaking
Spoke in pairs none prepared
lines of lies eyes would tear
Paper mache wants
and needs became secondary
Made the mistakes reminded every February
Never scary, never right
Never wrong to get it right
Reading words to find what's yours yeah
I know what that feelings like
Claudwell
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Claudwell  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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