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Jan 2019
There was a time
when
our lips hadn't yet touched.

and

There was a day
when
your eyes didn't know mine.

and

There was a point
that
your hands hadn't yet caressed my body.

And to think,
all that I have to do is ***** up once,
and I'll begin to remember these seemingly foreign things,
just a little too well.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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