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Aug 2015
He
His eyes smile when he laughs; a glistening twinkle into a galaxy of imagination.
And when he laughs my heart races, for the sound is a symphony of its own creation.
And when his lips touch mine it's an electrifying passion,
For he is my universe, yet we are but a small peice of that faction.
Mir
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Mir  18/F/Ohio
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