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Feb 2013
you
You and your touch
I used to think that it was
all I needed to get me by
Now your long fingers touch me in this way that laughs at my pain says you can never be angery with me I know you so well you make me quiver and I need it more and more this power this drug you are you know I want freedom from this and I continue to live for you're touch and this rush of exotic that you make me want more and I still think you are all I need to get by
Written by
jessica Philpott  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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