Her

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Why Do I smile at her like that?

Making my heart beat out of my chest.

My mind is clouded with thoughts of her.

Hell I can never think straight most of the time.

She is sweet like cinnamon

Her smile is so heart warming

Making my cheeks burn whenever she calls my name

Just hold my hand and never let go

Connect our lips, untill we both loose our breath

Hold me in your arms, like you are going to loose me.

I think about her

I want her

I need her

❤I love her❤

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