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Mar 2010
Your skin smelled of smoke, ( campfire not nicotine. )
When you grabbed me and held me (as if I would run from you.)
Told me you loved me and when I laughed, you told me I was beautiful.
And when I'm with you that is exactly how I feel.
Kathy Byers
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Kathy Byers  31/F/Lost in Translation
(31/F/Lost in Translation)   
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