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your cheeks rough from          the                  cold when i brushed them snow on Monday afternoons, and our numb fingers trying to feel each other.
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Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
wish you were my January
your cheeks rough from          the                  cold when i brushed them snow on Monday afternoons, and our numb fingers trying to feel each other.
1.18.11
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Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
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