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Aug 2016
Your ghost is still in my arms
I can feel your eyes and your palms
Pressed against me. Why do we waste time
Being this far apart?

Come to me and lay your bones
Hold me viciously close
Until I can't tell if breathing is necessary
Torture me until I spill of gold
Let's **** the distance before it kills us
Peninsula
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Peninsula  QC
(QC)   
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   GaryFairy
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