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Mar 2014
All the times I try to write about you,
the only thing I can think of is your golden curls,
and how they can't be put into words.
Oh, and how they smell of strawberries.
Erali Miller
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Erali Miller  Houston, TX
(Houston, TX)   
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   Catrina Sparrow
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