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Nov 2013
your neck-
it smells like home
oh and your collar bones-
they ask where i've been
every time i climb inside your skin
your lips-
they were my first sin

i'm coming back
to the city that raised us
but there's just no way
i can ever be a part of you
in as many ways as i want to
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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