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she brushed her hand against the window like wind pushing against the glass forming a heart in the steam created by our bodies crushed together moving slowly to a rhythm that's sculpted by the fast paced "bud dum" of our hearts pressed together
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
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she brushed her hand against the window like wind pushing against the glass forming a heart in the steam created by our bodies crushed together moving slowly to a rhythm that's sculpted by the fast paced "bud dum" of our hearts pressed together
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
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