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I no longer remember the number of freckles on your shoulders the shape and place of every mole. I no longer remember your lips in longing or *** twice in one day. I no longer remember my soul bound by nothing lying awake alone eyes closed tightly on an ice cold January morning.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
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I no longer remember the number of freckles on your shoulders the shape and place of every mole. I no longer remember your lips in longing or *** twice in one day. I no longer remember my soul bound by nothing lying awake alone eyes closed tightly on an ice cold January morning.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
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