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We with warped minds frolicked under those lights, hanging loyally like cold, sparkling jewels in the humid night. "These nights are sacred," I would say, and the ripe summer air would roar through every vein in our young soft bodies.
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
If only you had been there my dear.
We with warped minds frolicked under those lights, hanging loyally like cold, sparkling jewels in the humid night. "These nights are sacred," I would say, and the ripe summer air would roar through every vein in our young soft bodies.
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
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