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Jun 2015
Each time with my soul mate, we've forgotten to speak.
Maybe we'd score a date, but I'm ever so weak.
Confidence is all part of the mystique.
Beauty's only skin deep. But seems an important piece.
So people are seas, and there are more fish than just me.
If saying beautiful is all it'd take.
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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   LB Parker
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