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Nov 2014
Baby, your name should be despair because you have me impaired,
I cant sleep, I cant eat, I have been unluckily ensnared,
at my waking and my sleep it is you that I see,
how is it that you are everything I want with me?
your kisses make me tremble, your eyes make me weak,
the simple sound of your voice makes me go peek,
for just one more glance, a second more of paradise,
but lets take one more shot, at the roll of the dice.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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