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Feb 2015
Do you remember when
the world was supposed to end?
Your hands wandered around
my neck and back,
trying to take it all in.
My shape on your fingertips,
my lips on your lips,
and you were trying to forget,
that we will soon not exist.
Roxxanna Kurtz
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Roxxanna Kurtz  30/F/MA
(30/F/MA)   
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