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| I dream of getting lost in your deep, dark eyes Staring, I see the soul that envelopes them As I hold you, I smell your waves of fragrant hair Fine and silky are the fawn colored strands And I stroke your head and press your warm body against mine Nothing I love more in the world Nothing more treasured, more special Than you. One cold and lonely day You might leave and my love will always be with you Emptiness and despair capture my heart and enter my soul You'll never know the depths of my love Deeper than the ocean floor Wider than the star-lit sky. |
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| Badtz and his crew... "Detroit". |
| One Untitled. . . eleventy billion left to go. |