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Mar 2017
I wish I could put into words the way you looked at me,
or the way you're voice sounded.
I wish I could put into words the way you felt under my finger tips,
or the way your hair tangled in my grip.
I wish I could put into words how it felt to watch you go,
but only Molly knows.
Erali Pisce
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Erali Pisce  Houston
(Houston)   
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   --- and FraisDeLaFerme
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