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January - June 2005 He's nothing like I've ever seen,
Falling into his eyes and living in his lust,
Sweet breathe on my cheek,
How many others have been filled by this scent?
It hurts to know that you were mine,
But hurts even more to know that I've given you away,
Back on the shelf,
Ready to be traded for another's heart.
