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2008 - September

Damn you are a hot little number
Baby face you are a true heart breaker
Eyes so blue I could drown in their sea
Sometimes I wish that was enough for me

Hair like wheat in the midday sun
Smooth as a preacher meant for everyone
Smile in innocence,
sad soul countenance
Like what I hear,
but feels like pretense

You say that you are done but your voice betrays you
The waver in your words makes me want to save you
It’s not an option anyway my mind is settled
Bout one thing in my life that’s not still nettled

I learned a thing or two from living in this sea
And it’s rare that this universe finds anyone that gets me
Oh and hair as soft and light as baby wheat
Rare touch remembered more so uniquely sweet

I KNOW what’s beautiful in a thousand ways
Head so light and furry, in the most retarded daze

Voice from the tongue of a god
Beautifully, perfectly odd

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