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Nov 2014
Sr_gino I want you my Bezellé,
Lips like morphine I'm high off your speech to.

They tell me I like you no I'm just like  you
Busy all the time and my girlfriend left me...now I reach for any drink cause they understand me ya know..

I fall so hard for your accent
I try to play it grown but all I want you to do is listen.
Can't feel I'm here your there not erected..

We all have our obsessions
Sometimes..sometimes.

You drink to let go
I'm here oh I know..
Give me time again

We all have our obsessions
Sometimes...sometimes..

...sometimes I wait to see if your gunna text good morning like the olds days...
Looking at my phone like one day he gone text me.

We all have our  obsessions...
Sometimes...sometime.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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