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Jan 2013
Ahh so we meet again, old friend of mine.
How Ive missed you so much.
Ive missed your touch.
Quick, yet piercing and sharp.
Leaving evidence you were with me.
Red crimson evidence.
I must hide the evidence quickly.
No one can know you were with me.
We weren't supposed to see each other again.
Damaged
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   Nicole
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