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Posted by saxytrouble on 2005.12.09 at 08:58
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
When I see you,
I see your young, tender skin,
If I touched you would you giggle,
or shy away,
Leaving me to say my hand slipped,
When all i want to do is be close to your heart.

-Gordon H. Fenn
P.S About mackenzie.

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