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Oct 2014
I can feel a forest fire erupt from my soul
When we dance under the moonlight
I can feel your lips in places I have
Only dreamed you would touch me
I can ******* feel myself become invisible
And now I don't know how to exist to you

-m.p.
Mary
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Mary  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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