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Jun 2014
I think once your mind wanders to

their sleeping breathe on your neck
the warmth under your shares covers
their dreaming hand finding yours

you're pretty much ******.
Aidyl Ecarg Nella
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Aidyl Ecarg Nella  Nebraska, now...
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