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Apr 2019
When I touched my face
It was not the same as when I touched yours
I could not wipe the tiredness from my eyes
In the same gentle motion aa I finger walked every crevice of your skin
With you, it is about the journey and the destination
Every mile is made into memories with you
When my mind forgets my fingers will remember
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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