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Jan 2018
His eyes met up with mine like it was a planned in sync.
He spoke to me in ways that made me feel like I mattered.
& to him I did.
He'd brush my skin delicately knowing others have forced their wicked ways upon it.
He promised to never do the same.
His voice spoke to me through love.
He loved me.
& I had never felt a love like that.
BJames
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BJames  18/F
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