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Unlucky (6.14.14)
Most intriguing comfort;
your touch,
your eyes and such.
Sweet loving aroma,
fills the air.
Can't you tell I care?
I left your bed,
mid-afternoon.
Blaming last night's full moon.
your touch,
your eyes and such.
Sweet loving aroma,
fills the air.
Can't you tell I care?
I left your bed,
mid-afternoon.
Blaming last night's full moon.
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