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I Think...............
I think...
Maybe too much...
About what i want.
What I need.
It encompasses me.
Engulfs me...
Churns of utter bliss
Bind me in your encumbered love
Let me express my being
That I may not be lonesome.
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Category: New Love
Author: BRAD KEET