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Jun 2015
he was eighteen
his cheeks blushed with embarrassment
which quickly stroke his eyes with fire
it erupted like a volcano to his hand
where it curled up as fist of anger
soon to hit me like thunder
- *and I eleven
Written: June 11. - 2015
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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