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Nov 2018
You tell me you miss me,
and long to hear my voice once more.
I crave and itch for your attention,
but you only want mine.

You desire her's though.
She is taken,
her heart is preserved.
So I guess I'm your backup,
Until she's not reserved.
Jules
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Jules  17/F/Weston, Florida
(17/F/Weston, Florida)   
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