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The feel of your hands, the smell of your hair, the rush of your energy, the light of your soul. The tingle of your touch, the brush of your lips, the tone of your whisper, the wake of your smile. The way you made me feel small; I remember it all.
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
remember it all
The feel of your hands, the smell of your hair, the rush of your energy, the light of your soul. The tingle of your touch, the brush of your lips, the tone of your whisper, the wake of your smile. The way you made me feel small; I remember it all.
andrea-rose
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
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