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Feb 2012
The soft ***** of your
                               shoulders
reminds me of a time when everything was bright
innocent
your allure exists in my desire for salvation
to lose myself in you
would be to find myself once more
         among these steamy mirrors
         and speckled windshields
Let me become your Bad Habit
Jessica M
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