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Feb 2016
hearing my name on your lips,
and your hands wrap around my hips

this is where I want to be,
when the lights go out and we can't see

darling, please don't leave, you're not one that I want to miss
Rachel Keating
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Rachel Keating
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   Bianca Reyes
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