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Mar 2016
312
Let's hang out on a whim
There's nothing left to lose
We have everything to win
I can parouse you
As you look around me

Your trembling hands and ticklish feet,
My awkward body movement and shaky voice
They somehow mesh together to meet
Miraculously finding a special kind of poise
Colleen Harrington
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Colleen Harrington  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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