He Is My Fantasy
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I've seen this boy all across campus I never talked to him he never talked to me. I really want to know what his name is.. My description of him is his light skin, has brown eyes, and he has long dreads that stops to his shoulder and kinda cover his face. Its something about him, I'm starting to feel like
Beyonce.. Its deja vu , I dream that I was his, but in my dream I use some random guys name..but I have to know is name... He is my fantasy
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