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Aug 2014
My heart pumps like in over flowing river
My palms are sweaty , hearts racing
As I gaze at a woman who's small in figure but mighty in heart
A woman who's smile brightens the darkest caves  
A woman so beautiful not even the sun in the sky could dem her shine
A woman so beautiful not even hatred it self could keep a frown once it caught a glimse of her presence
Her eyes sparkle like glitter
like roses in the medows,she's sweet and delicate
attracting men's attention like magnets
Men always buzzing around like flys but only to be pushed away like revolving doors because her heart has already been captured and hidden for safe keeping
To protect her from the creeping lions that rome at night looking to devour a poor defensive fawn out on its on
Written by
Marcus Harris  Memphis tn
(Memphis tn)   
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   Lior Gavra
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