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Feb 2011
Every time we kiss,
I drag on my bliss,
as it could be the last,
good things end far too fast.
Each time we hug,
I know you're my drug,
you get me so high,
that I simply cant lie.
And when we're entwined,
In body and mind,
there only is you,
the whole world through.
Though I can tell,
as it puts me through hell,
that you don't feel the same,
oh what a cruel game,
To love one so much,
when their heart's out of touch.
Written by
Renee  26/Gender Fluid
(26/Gender Fluid)   
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   Kathy Gragnolati
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