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He touched me, Like he never did. My shoulders tremble, Under his hands. And you know it, But me not, The way of his lies, He never told, My dear old friend.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
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He touched me, Like he never did. My shoulders tremble, Under his hands. And you know it, But me not, The way of his lies, He never told, My dear old friend.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
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