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Aug 2018
She was his saving grace
Her body was Braille
As His fingers traced
He read her so well
She ached her back
Goose bumps under attack
She was under his spell.
The things she could do
Was magic,
This brunette beauty
Made his feelings tragic.
She was broken
And even his fingers
Knew hurt was unspoken...
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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