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Dec 2012
Memories
Clear like the water I drink,
But not as pure.
Flow through my brain
My veins
My heart
My toes
Every inch of me remembers you.
Soaked on skin.
Chilled to bone.
Amanda Cooper
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Amanda Cooper  America
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