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The warmth of your skin, Of your breath, of your lips The curve of your shoulders Your waist and your hips, The memories we make, All set in the stone And now as I wake I feel not alone
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC
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The warmth of your skin, Of your breath, of your lips The curve of your shoulders Your waist and your hips, The memories we make, All set in the stone And now as I wake I feel not alone
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Aquius
17/M/Fulton MO
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC
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