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Jun 2015
I was too easily convinced, too quick to believe his words as he whispered them against my neck. They repeated in my mind as his hips carved them into my own,

I love you, I love you, I love you.

And I answered back with the same,

I know, I know, I know.

But you don't.
Jamie D Wilson
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Jamie D Wilson  Twain Harte
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