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May 2015
You peeled the mask
off my face. Saw the
scars that marked my
flesh. Caressed the skin
below. You called me
pretty as you sighed your
poetry down my throat. I
watched your eyes make
love to my soul. In that
moment i knew you would
be my home for an eternity
and i couldn't ask my God
for more* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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       Richard Riddle and South by Southwest
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