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Oct 2013
I can't shake the memory of you or
remembering the feel of that cold black leather couch
on my back
or your breath on my neck
asking questions I didn't have the answers to
Shh.
our friends are asleep
Shh.
Madison Elizabeth
Written by
Madison Elizabeth  27/Maine
(27/Maine)   
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   --- and Elizabeth Paxton
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