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When I think of a drug I think of your love When I need touch I think of our bodies And how nice it feels Whenever they are close When I think of lips I think of yours And how well They kiss mine And get me lost In a daze A hell of a Love spell
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Your Love Is Precious
When I think of a drug I think of your love When I need touch I think of our bodies And how nice it feels Whenever they are close When I think of lips I think of yours And how well They kiss mine And get me lost In a daze A hell of a Love spell
You're precious
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sinderella
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
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