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I'm so sorry Faron Dear
words i say you don't wanna hear,
but just imagine i know you can
how i feel here not touching You My Man.
Your physical touch is all i can feel
to make me alive for real,
i died in your arms that day
when my tickle didn't quiver you away.
You used to quiver away with a smile
but that day you just lay still all the while,
come back home please so i can tickle
w/my fingers my food my creations....
loved everytime by My Special Angel.
I don't cook anymore
cause you don't come runnin to see what's in store,
you did it so cute nobody else ever could
Oooo you'd say what smells so good.
You made me so proud
bragging to others out loud,
i still brag about you
to show my love+pride it's the least i can do.
I miss everything from back in the day
even our arguments that came into play,
i'd give anything to have a few verbal fights
at least then you'd physically be in my sights.
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Sally
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