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Conversations with myself because I look at you and melt I look at you and hide inside my shell look at myself your touch hits me below the belt my hands are hot your scent I smell and if I’m lucky you can’t tell brown eyes, dark skin so beautiful your mom and dad they did so well your outline glows like an angel my feet are stuck, please lift this spell this is my own personal hell I’m out of breath, I tell myself wake up and ring the damn doorbell
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