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Jul 2014
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How is it
How is it that
I remember your smell
Your looks
Your taste
The feel
It was the least bit
Unreal
I loved the way you move your body
The way you moved your lips
The way you moved your tongue
When you talked about this
About the way we'd lay
The things we'd probably say
About how I wouldn't leave
And you would always stay
Your my diamonds
Your my gold
My life
My goal
And I hadn't met you yet
I swear I make it up
The things I think is rough
But your way beyond
My expectancy
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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