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Jun 18
When I think of you
I think of feeling your skin pressed firmly against me
I tease your lips with the promise of a kiss as I close my eyes in the silence surrounding us
We are intimately close and I need this feeling so bad
But I know it'll never happen because it already did and you're dead to me
Rest in pieces
Andrew Owens
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Andrew Owens  Sandpoint Idaho
(Sandpoint Idaho)   
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