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May 2016
There is a love i reminisce like a seed I've never sown.Of lips that I am yet to kiss and eyes not met my own.Hands that wrap around my wrists and arms that feel like home.I wonder how it is in miss these things I've never known .
Amanda Griffin
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Amanda Griffin  Denver Colorado
(Denver Colorado)   
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   Debbie Taylor
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