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Apr 2015
When we were out,
you'd graze your nails on my back,
rubbing my thigh--
Sometimes a little too high.
I miss this too much,
which is why I'm too high.
Daniel
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Daniel  Santa Ana, CA
(Santa Ana, CA)   
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