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I've known her body before. Every curve, every .f . . . .r . .e . . .c . .k . . . .l . .e that dimly dot her shape, like the faint night sky of the city, I've known. But, her body is hers and hers alone; I, nor any of her past and future lovers can lay claim. I will never call her m_i_n_e, even should I hold her hand, happily, into eternity.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
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I've known her body before. Every curve, every .f . . . .r . .e . . .c . .k . . . .l . .e that dimly dot her shape, like the faint night sky of the city, I've known. But, her body is hers and hers alone; I, nor any of her past and future lovers can lay claim. I will never call her m_i_n_e, even should I hold her hand, happily, into eternity.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
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