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Nov 2014
you held me so much
that my hair has started to smell like you.
i don't want to wash this scent away,
i want you close to me always.
and when i bury my head into your arms,
i don't feel so alone.

d.l.b.
Diana Bloom
Written by
Diana Bloom  Fredericksburg, VA
(Fredericksburg, VA)   
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   Samantha Dunlap
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