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Apr 2017
I can remember how it felt when we last touched,
I can feel the warmth like you are laying beside me,
I can taste the sweet kiss from your lips,
As I move my fingers across my own,
And dream of all the things I used to feel known.
Pernille Augustson
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Pernille Augustson  25/F
(25/F)   
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   ---, Lori Jones McCaffery and alex
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