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Apr 2014
Her Understanding:

Hands that caress
melt my stress
are silky smooth
in a rhythmic groove
that's hard to regret
and impossible to forget.

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His Reality:

My hands caress
what fills me with stress
her skin is smooth
but that doesn't soothe
all my regret
he's just impossible to forget.
KILLME
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KILLME  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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