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Nov 16
My head spins like your fingers in my hair
I'm stuck with a tenseness in my stomach as your lips work around my body
I stare at your face
And trace your eyes with my mind
Leaving me to wish I was what you need
Vry old
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Chapstick  16/F/In a bad time
(16/F/In a bad time)   
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