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| Would You Fancy: |
| The Eyes of an Angel |
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| My world revolves around loving and being loved. To me, that's all that could ever matter. I am a poet, a writer, a singer, a dancer, an actress... I am a dreamer. |
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| So torn, trying to discern if your feelings are true, and only for me. When you hold me, do you see me, feel me, want me, or do you see her face in your mind as you brush those lips over forbidden parts of my body? Are my lips simply a substitute for those you can't have Or am I actually my own entity, wandering through your mind and working my way into your heart? |
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