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Dec 2015
Your eyes tease me with secrets as you interlace your fingers with mine. And suddenly I know Iā€™m stumbling.

My eyes are wondering, your mouth is moving, our limbs hopelessly inquiring.
Written by
Lila Wolfe
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   Monika and Michael Murphy
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