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Sep 2014
Sweet promises made on wooden chairs,
Late afternoon light filling the air,
Words and breath and an intense stare
Drawing me in and keeping me there

I have no choice but to listen
And in your eyes I must look
Because it if I don't I'll regret not seeing you express yourself to me
Something I needed
And never thought could never be

You make my dreams of love come true
DiamondGirl
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DiamondGirl
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