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Sep 2015
It is 2am
my mind is still on you
picturing my hands doing the same
the scent of your perfume still lingers
my hands reminiscing over your frame
the taste of your mouth still lingers on my breathe
the moment may have passed but the thoughts haven't left
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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