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Jul 2013
pt. 2
Beds are cold when we don’t get to lay in them together.
Kiss my palm and make it all better.
We will now continue to live in gloomy weather,
And I long for you to get better.
Breanna Hermann
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Breanna Hermann  Glendale, AZ
(Glendale, AZ)   
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