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Nov 20
Our lips met
wet, from the rain.
after that you let,
get, inside and we came.

Ever since that moment,
I haven't been the same.
I can't forget, how you felt,
our body-heat could melt a flame.
Styles
Written by
Styles  NYC
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     Rick, Jeremy Betts and Todd Sommerville
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