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Sep 2016
It was supposed to be us against the rest, you were tall, Angel-like
The one who I thought was the best.

Mornings past, evening crawls
Day by day, the soft innuendos of the distance we now have with each other-

Seems as if we have never met, let alone never slept, laugh, cry, never had ***. Chemistry is dead and so is the next.
Free H Laven
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Free H Laven  21/PA
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