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Jun 20
The warmth of hearing sweet words,
Its touches soft and tender.
My fingers ache from its constant reminder,
Becoming citrus words—as my touch is torn.
Wanted to try something different
pretzz
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pretzz  16/F
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     Mary Huxley, rick, dropwort and Kalliope
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