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Apr 2013
My face,
Sore.
My lips,
Warm.

The wrinkles
Will come
If I continue seeing
you because
All you make me do
Is smile.

You held my hand,
Called me your darling,
And planted your lips
On mine.

I'm not sure what changed
But babe,
We're in our prime

Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston
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Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston  20/F/Ohio
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