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Hi my boo, I really do love you, My love was built for only us too, My love adorns your neck like a gold braided charm, keeping you warm, When you hold it no harm........can come Like half a studded masquerade mask, but sweet like spices from an Alabaster flask, encasing your natural beauty like a cast.......from "Friends". My mind is your home, Your love does Olympic backflips in my heart where it roams, I Cheshire under its dome...... still soaked by the rain of your kisses. Yes when I kiss you goodbye each countdown restarts, I'm nuclear when apart, But a placebo beside you, resting in a Cinnamon Guava **** I melt and then crust, melt and un-rust, Responding to your every touch, like a rose mulched, Your love is my crutch.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
Your love is my crutch
Hi my boo, I really do love you, My love was built for only us too, My love adorns your neck like a gold braided charm, keeping you warm, When you hold it no harm........can come Like half a studded masquerade mask, but sweet like spices from an Alabaster flask, encasing your natural beauty like a cast.......from "Friends". My mind is your home, Your love does Olympic backflips in my heart where it roams, I Cheshire under its dome...... still soaked by the rain of your kisses. Yes when I kiss you goodbye each countdown restarts, I'm nuclear when apart, But a placebo beside you, resting in a Cinnamon Guava **** I melt and then crust, melt and un-rust, Responding to your every touch, like a rose mulched, Your love is my crutch.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
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