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The Body's Largest Organ


I want to show you my writings 

how my heart spills onto paper. 

I want you to look into my eyes 

and gaze into my soul. 

I want you to read my lips 

to hear what's in my head. 

I want you to open me up 

and to feel my inner most desires. 

Some love is purely skin deep. 

Though mine for you is deeper.

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