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Her skin so soft and yet so clear
The darker ones hate her out of fear She holds the world within her hand I fantasize of being her man I love her so she plays no game I love her when she calls my name She makes me wait For that I fear That her love could change And leave me tears I love her much I love her so This white girl may never know Vote for this poem |
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