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Dec 2012
I can smell and taste the way you shake.
Posed on the bed as my knees quake.
I can here the CD spin in the player.
I think to myselfย ย "****, I want to lay with her".
You're no longer in my sensory.
Now you're just a memory.
Brian Ross
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Brian Ross  Maine
(Maine)   
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