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Nov 2012
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I can smell you in my hair-
Take me home
But not here,
That's not home.
Home is my temple resting on your collarbone.

Home is your eyes
in the light of your car
and the moonlight
sweetly singing
and a static in the air.

I could listen to you talk for hours on end.
Vivian
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Vivian  24/F
(24/F)   
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   ---, Nick Durbin and Samuel
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