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A Kiss

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Little-man13

Published: Jul 14, 2012

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Under the stars
We share whats ours
A kiss here a kiss there
A kiss to show you I care

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Well my dream date is me and her under the stars just talking. Then a kiss to me is to show I care for someone.

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nikitatehgirl

Aug 5, 2012

Awww cute

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