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It is 2am my mind is still on you picturing my hands doing the same the scent of your perfume still lingers my hands reminiscing over your frame the taste of your mouth still lingers on my breathe the moment may have passed but the thoughts haven't left
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Fantasia
It is 2am my mind is still on you picturing my hands doing the same the scent of your perfume still lingers my hands reminiscing over your frame the taste of your mouth still lingers on my breathe the moment may have passed but the thoughts haven't left
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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