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Oct 2014
colliding our souls
while the wind blows our hushed voices
along the ocean breeze,
look to see your glimpse passed me,
the gentle touch of your hand pushes my head to see
what your heart desires,
her vicious long brown hair wreathes with the salty air
she is what he craves
my flushed pale cheeks are noticeable to his light green eyes
he holds me with his lies
"baby, its going to be alright"
Written by
Kayla Norine Hoglund  Surprise
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