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Oct 2016
I wasn't ready to say goodbye
With you, I felt so high
The way you'd bite my lips
The way you'd hold my hips

I miss your pretty face
Miss when my body you'd trace
Going on adventures
And you giving me lectures

I was your muse
Then I was old news
Did everything I could've done
And still we came undone

But I still remember
Our happy days before September
I wish we could go back to then
I hope we meet again
October 9, 2016
Helsy Flores
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Helsy Flores  F/Mexico
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