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by Ginette T Belle

She slides through the window in my head
Normally a tight fit
Conjures thoughts so deep they sometimes cut my soul
Shred my insides to mush
Lightheaded and half drunk
Her words and music tranquilize me
Leave me spent
With so much to say
I'm speechless

11/19/2002

Posted on 11/19/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle

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Posted by Christina Bruno on 11/21/02 at 05:02 PM

Gorgeous

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