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When she touches me, It is not just my skin she scathes, It is my soul.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
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When she touches me, It is not just my skin she scathes, It is my soul.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
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