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Your touch, Phantasmic, Rests fleetingly on my skin. You were like all good things... Gone too soon. me.gs
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
8:34 am, 6/12/16
Your touch, Phantasmic, Rests fleetingly on my skin. You were like all good things... Gone too soon. me.gs
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
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