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Oct 2017
Her
your hands were cold
as our fingers intertwined,
your eyes were bold
as I looked

your lips were chapped,
as mine met yours,
your skin were clear
as my body touched yours,

I can’t think much more,
describing you,
Pristine,
or Flawed

one thing I can say
I love you!
no matter what.
Twelve
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Twelve  23/M/Philippines
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