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Nov 2017
My lips cant forget the happiness you touched your tongue with.

My hands still smell of your skin.

My belly still rubbles from laughter of tales of your whims.

My thoughts are on this beautiful get away.
Faith
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Faith
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     alexa, Lior Gavra, --- and Crandall Branch
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