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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Our hands entwined,
our bodies mingled,
No words were needed in our exchange.
The memory of you
in my arms rekindled,
and now all is slipping, slipping away.
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babyblueeyed girl
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October 27, 2012 at 8:54 PM
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