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Feb 2019
Someone asked about my tattoo in a bar bathroom and I swore she was you
She put her hand on my arm and traced the shapes that you helped heal
I wanted to fall onto her mouth like I fell onto yours
Sophia
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Sophia  24/F/Indianapolis
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