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Jan 2014
the first time you touched me
I went home and scrubbed my skin to rid your fingerprints
the last time you touched me
I couldnt stop drinking the sweet musk your embrace
sometimes I cant help but drown in the past
contrasenses
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contrasenses  22/F/Canada
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   Writam Allan Ray
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