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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Crazy




Swaying room as the music starts,
Strangers making the most of the dark,
Two by two their bodies become one,
I see you through the smokey air,
Can't you feel the weight of my stare,
You're so close but still a world away,
What I'm dying to say, is that
I'm crazy for you.

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