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Jun 2015
I miss the stickiness of your skin; the tiny mountains and hills lining and peaking up on every different realm of your flesh; the soft, homelike feel of your radiating warmth filling the room from ceiling to floor with calming and loving air; your breath replenishing my pores and lungs keeping me still and free



....funny that i no longer have you but honestly i dont know if i ever did
blue milk
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blue milk  america
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   Cecil Miller
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