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Jul 2015
Listen girl
You have the kind of mind I'm looking for
With eyes facing west I am again reminded of how much I need you
I know what settling feels like &
These bones know nothing of the sort when
your voice is flooding my halls
A true nonbeliever
Until you entered this empty space, love
Though your body is far from touch
I refuse to be bitter
When I am infatuated with every inch of your soul
Come here.
Francesca Parenti
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Francesca Parenti  st petersburg, fl
(st petersburg, fl)   
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