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Nov 2013
when it gets cold
i start to remember
when you made me touch you
on my grandparents couch
and when she talks to me
she reminds me of you and
all i can think of
is when you touched me too
and i thought it was
electricity
but it was only a
shock

i'm so glad they threw out
that **** couch
Written by
Cass
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