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Sep 2013
I'll always

see
your eyes closed
like chapel doors.

feel
your hands on my hips.
never thought you'd
explore heaven so early

hear
you pray
to someone who, 'sure as hell
ain't God.
Didn't really want to post this out of respect
but goin' for it anyways.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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