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Apr 2013
You made me a woman
On the second of December
You didn't let me smoke
You wanted me to feel
You
Jon saw you kiss me
Like you wanted him to see us
You don't think
Of how you were the first one
To touch me
And make my toes curl
It was your birthday present first
But turned into a present for me
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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