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Jun 2016
A night alone without my hope and without my snow. Torn between a great personality and a body I can't hold. With her gone and you with him...I'm envious. My dear I miss your soft lips. Don't let this be it. Because though it may be selfish... I want more, I want you.
To the girl who held me. :)
Nathan Wischropp
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Nathan Wischropp  Springfield
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