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Sep 2014
If only
My only
You look like all the pictures
Neck goes slack
Eyes all glass
Thinkin how I would touch ya
The scene, the dream
The destination screams
"What a perfect chance"
Someday soon I'll have you close
But for now I'll break the trance
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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