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Feb 2015
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When my fingers are not interlocked with yours I feel a strong sense of loneliness and when your lips aren't touching mine I feel hungry and even in my own ******* home I don't feel like I'm at home unless your arms are wrapped around me.
Molly Byrd
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Molly Byrd  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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     Lior Gavra and Sara Murray
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