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Aug 10
the ecstasy i felt
when your hands ran over my bare skin
was the same as
the ecstasy i felt
when you accepted all my sins
(i think this is how it's supposed to be)
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
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