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Apr 2019
Cheeks turning pink to red and vine
gasping for breath with a blank mind;
smearing dried lips with my tongue,
hearing songs that were unsung;
forgetting what to vocalize,
unable to hide the reactions of the surprise;
experiencing stunning silence amidst crazy talks,
unable to **** the crazy gwak,
this is what your touch does to me,
a feeling that I never want to flee;
Written by
Taylor - Sweety  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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