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Mar 2015
...and as I saw her again, it was in a flash that I remembered my obsession for her dark hair and witty lines, her brisk walk abouts while turning me inside out with her tasteful lips that spewed sensual happenings that I can never have. If I were to reach out and grab @ that which is not mine I would still starve until food replenished was burnt away seeing only fingertips that are empty.
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