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Mar 2015
We were always just that close,
Wrist, to wrist,
Toe to toe,
At least it felt like the inside of a rose,
So how come when I reach out my finger,
It feels like more then distance between us..
FallenAngel93
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FallenAngel93  north Carolina
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