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Feb 2015
Three days was all it took
You got under my skin
I'm not sure if it was
The way your hands wrapped
Around my neck
Or the way your lips melted into mine
I hope I got under yours
When my fingernails slid down your back
Telling our story in red lines
It's never felt so good to hurt
kennedy
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