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Jan 2016
I can't sleep.  
I can't remember.  
There are so many moments lost.
And I understand
that a lot of those memories
were blocked to protect me.

But I can't remember
the first time you kissed me.
Where was it?
What were we doing?  

I remember the day
that you thought about it but waited.

It couldn't hurt to give
that memory back
if you have it.

*and of course
there was no answer
Emily B
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Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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   Corset, ---, --- and Denel Kessler
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