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Jan 2015
I don't know what it is,
I don't know what we are.
Head is spinning,
drying tears,
so confused.
Why do you curl your fingers
around my waist
skin on skin
bare at the pool.
Why do you lie next to me,
my head on your chest
If you dont... I can't eve say it.
Dreamer
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Dreamer
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     ---, untitled and Pamela Rae
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