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Jan 2015
You're gone

I crave your touch
Your scent
Your embrace
I crave the way your finger tips traced my face
I long for that phase
When we were madly in love

"Silly girl", they say
He's gone
CCh
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CCh
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     Myriah, ParisThePoet and unknown
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