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Jul 2013
Minutes before the fall, I did not question love.  Passion heat spread, then exploded. Yet, the room began to chill, and the colors lost their luster; I was afraid in your arms. To be so much, but give so little. Why can't I nibble free?
Anastasia M
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Anastasia M  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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   --- and Miriam
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