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my hand still reaches for the spot on my chest where the necklace you bought me once rested because muscle memory has not forgotten how much you meant to me
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
twenty four karat gold
my hand still reaches for the spot on my chest where the necklace you bought me once rested because muscle memory has not forgotten how much you meant to me
eliza-parkerul
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
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