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Disarmed and helpless
you inched in my soul
I was drawn in your spirits
that metallic laugh
and curvy body graph
your hairs, wavy brown
adorned your equisite face like crown
when you smiled
you had me more bewitched and beguiled
they say this lasts for short
and it kind of usually aborts
this time they were wrong
you had really hit upon my inner gong
the day I held your hand
I have never wanted to leave this stand
you have become a habit
that is deep in me 
without it I feel half
and may be less
sometimes

soul gels

get blessed !

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