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Apr 2015
Come to me in the dead of night when the neighbors are sleeping when my mind stops thinking. Come to me when the ***** has been long, and strong. Come to me when I won't remember the feeling of you stealing my heart
Laurel Leaves
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Laurel Leaves  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Akira Chinen
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