ReminiscenceA Poem by Morgan ChristineI hope the feeling of tendrils of my hair whispering across your bare chest, soft as the kisses you gave me, is burned into your memory like it is branded into mine.
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Morgan ChristineDyersville, IAAboutSnatching up the self-awarded title of superwoman, I dedicate my time to leading an after-school program for St. Mark's Youth Enrichment, providing for/attempting to entertain my forever-bored ten yea.. more..Writing
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