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Nov 2017
Sometimes I miss you baby
I miss your touch
I miss your arousal with my body
I miss your lips
But baby, that's it
I don't miss the screaming
I don't miss the weekly tears
I don't miss my heart constantly feeling broken
I don't miss you words breaking me down
I don't miss you
Yet, I miss the old you
The You who could ****** me
Ever so easily
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   Toriana
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