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Jan 2015
I miss the gentle touch of his hands.
I miss the soft impression of his lips.
I miss the subtle curve of his back.
I miss the harmony of his voice.
I miss the fire he provoked in my chest.
I miss the ecstasy of his kiss.
I miss the way he made me feel *safe.
kaylene- mary
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kaylene- mary  19/F/South Africa
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