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I dream of her. I shouldn't. but my subconscious has this thing - it doesn't listen to me. her hips pop up under closed eyelids I wake remembering only the feel of her skin.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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I dream of her. I shouldn't. but my subconscious has this thing - it doesn't listen to me. her hips pop up under closed eyelids I wake remembering only the feel of her skin.
kelly-landis
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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