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Jun 2014
You're the answer that can never be found. You were my muse. I imagine you are this blanket caressing me, clinging to all the contours of my body. Oh, if you were here now, the sweet secrets I would whisper to you. The innocent cheek kisses. But you are not here, and now all that I am left with is this blanket.
Brenda Jimenez
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Brenda Jimenez  Dallas, Tx
(Dallas, Tx)   
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