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Sep 2017
you grab at me, foreboding.
i writhe away, loathing.
brooding, conspiring, a knock at the door.
our love is eternal, forevermore.
i miss you, my angel.
natalie
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natalie  F/North Carolina
(F/North Carolina)   
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       Glassmuncher, Thomas P Owens Sr, unnamed, g and Shanath
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