Voodoo
He's like a butterflywithout the wings
beautiful green eyes
the blondest of hair
i want to live inside of Him
not beside Him, in bed
i want to feel His arms wrap tight
around my chest
He's none of the beauty, the glamour
but He is beautiful
He's none of the glory, the fame
but He is famous
at least to me
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