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Feb 2017
Your skin is so white
perfect
(as a freshly fallen snow)

I love the smell of you
I love touching you
I love you
and I want to marry you...

So will you please marry me now?

And I jumped in the middle of night
from my bed
because that man
*was not the one sleeping to my left....
Monika
Written by
Monika  Slovakia
(Slovakia)   
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   mickey finn and ---
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