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Jan 2015
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You kissed me,
I felt it.

You left me,
I melted.

You do, I feel.
You stand and I kneel.

And when your action is no more,
when all your games are played
Here I'll be as I was before,
waiting for you-
r memory to fade.
BF
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   Timothy, SPT and ---
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