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Sep 2013
I never thought it was possible
                                                           to miss you
                as much as                                                                                                                                       I do.

                                        Every flinch
                                                                                                          Every bruise
      Every welt
                                                                                                                                                        Because of your hands

                                          Faded
                                                                                       But my love,
                                                                                                                                never
                                                                                                                                                        will.
Tess Michelle
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Tess Michelle  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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