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Dec 2013
Naked, well almost; I laid there
I could feel the other girl's back cold against my   skin-
-my imperfectly un-tanned skin
Instead, giving me freckles for just the heck of it
It felt as if the sun was gently kissing every small tan dot on my back, while being held under in an ice bath
But not because of my dearest by my side, no
Because of the dearest back home
Because of the doubts I set aside in the act of selfish desires
But you are truly my only one
Eleanor
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