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Jun 2015
Sixteen years is too old, apparently,
For soft hugs, rain kisses, a scraped up knee,
A baseless smile that's simply friendly,
An innocent romantic fantasy
And this little thing called virginity...
Imagine what they're whispering now that I'm seventeen! *gasp*
Carsyn Smith
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Carsyn Smith  PA, USA
(PA, USA)   
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