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Aug 2015
Anything physical, is never really love.
You get caught up in the depth of the intimate touches.

Anything false, can never be called real?
But its the pretense that leaves you with that impression.

Be true.
Be real.
Be you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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