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Sep 2014
The way your laughter tasted on my lips,
Left me wanting more than I assumed you could give.
Kissing you was sort of electric, it only made me wonder how
Your finger tips would feel pressed against my raised skin.
I look up at the sky to see your face arranged in stars
That I had never noticed shine before I had met you.
Our time seems to be limited although I expect nothing but
an infinite amount of memories
Mary
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Mary  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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