'That's My Baby'
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The way my mind undressed you
The way our energy turns into a combined wavelength
Without contact
No skin
No effort
You hold my very being in your aura
A Aura of many colors
Its so much of you
But Who are you
Who am i
What are we
Who cares
Its the way you learn me
Too good
Too real
How can they get tired of you
Throwin such a precious gem Away
A jewel
A cursed artifact that has me hypnotized
Cursed with goddess features
Cursed with the heart that could love millions
Yey They cant understand that
They indulge in temptations
Becoming intoxicated by the mere betrayal
I cant even fathom
So hear my beckoning call
Feel me pull you closer
So i can tell the world
" Thats my baby."
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