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I want to be The burn hole on your hoody. A flickering memory Of glowing embers; Of you holding me.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
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I want to be The burn hole on your hoody. A flickering memory Of glowing embers; Of you holding me.
abaigeal-skye
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
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