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Mar 2015
Those letters I won't send,
The wettest dreams you still haven't hear,
That dress I want you to make shreds...

Is our physical distance as far as our souls feel?
cuz even now I can recognize the marks on you

Give me one chance, so my face appear when you sleep.
Jessika
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Jessika
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   Josh Bass
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