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Jul 2019
You looked at me as I bought my stuff
Just customer and cashier
But something about you caught me off guard
Maybe it was the way you wore that cross and had no name tag.  
My little stranger who I couldn't help but flirt with
Your deep brown eyes I could fall into
Deep and dark
So mature
I was single and not looking for love.
Scared by it.
But then you asked my name.  
And boy did you deliver when you found me
On social media.  
My little stranger
My little love
The Vault
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The Vault  20/Not Kansis
(20/Not Kansis)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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