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May 2014
As our lips touched, I remember her taste
As I see you in my eyes of lust, I remember her face
As our body intertwined, I feel the heat she used to give
I was locked in the fantasy of her promise that she will never leave
You have a lot of ways that makes me feel that I’m bringing her back to me
The impossible thing to happen, even if I cry on my knees
Allonah Khrizelle D Montoya
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