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That taste, he will always taste. His memory misses, what can't be replaced. Her look, that smile on here face. Those precious kisses, and how they were placed.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Forgotten
That taste, he will always taste. His memory misses, what can't be replaced. Her look, that smile on here face. Those precious kisses, and how they were placed.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
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