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Apr 2016
And if you wonder why the marks I left are still embedded with my finger prints it's because my presence there is fresh
Like the smell of my perfume in his bed
Like the loose strands of my hair from his hands on my face and my head
I came before you did.
Aly Mars
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Aly Mars  30/F/Black Eye Galaxy
(30/F/Black Eye Galaxy)   
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