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Aug 2015
It's been weeks now
The wantings have gotten the best of me
The taste of your skin so golden
Every twilight bares the thought of you
I promised myself not to give in
But that oath is long gone
So I'll retain my distance
Leave no trace behind
The path to our encounters
Remain hidden in the leaves
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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     Jason, Steele and Tupelo
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