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Nov 2017
Him
His smile is sweet like sipping iced tea in the summer
His skin is warm like your laying in the sun
His voice like honey dripping down the tree
his laugh quiet enough that you have to really listen, but it will shake you to the core.
He's perfect, and everyone knows it.
I haven't said his name, but you're thinking of him aren't you
Aubrey Jones
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Aubrey Jones  15/F/Tennessee
(15/F/Tennessee)   
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