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Was it last night that your phantom hand grazed my face? I can't escape the memories Of you.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Inescapable memories
Was it last night that your phantom hand grazed my face? I can't escape the memories Of you.
Aquariushoney
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
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