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Jun 2018
I can still see exactly what you were wearing
the day i finally got the courage to talk to you
the necklace you wore was enchanting to me
but it was probably just the skin underneath it
hard to converse with you in the beginning
but i figured out how to get you to talk
i loved your voice so much
all i hear in it now is the animosity
that occupies your image of me
It was ironic because i loved to have class with her, everyday i looked forward to it. When the semester ended, so did our love. But now its almost comical because she is always in at least one of my classes.
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Constantine  20/M/6ftdeep
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   21 and Tanya Louise
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