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Dec 2020
The way he holds me in his arms
The smile on his handsome face,
The look in his blue eyes
The way in which he smells,
The sound of his  gentle voice.

The sound of his laughter
His sweet kisses
Being wrapped in his love
Feeling the warmth of his skin
The way he always spoils me
he always calls me "Annie"
Anna-Marie Rose
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Anna-Marie Rose  36/F/Grantspass , oregon
(36/F/Grantspass , oregon)   
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