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Jan 2015
His hands caressed me like it was my first time,
And I wish it had been because I know now that it should have felt like this and nothing else.
He left marks on my skin, the good kind, and I absorbed all his love and his green eyes,
the way they looked upon me like I was the only thing keeping him on the ground.
Haley Smith
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Haley Smith  Georgia, USA
(Georgia, USA)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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