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Oct 2016
We met in the sewer. An odd place to be on such a dreary night. leaves cracked as we crept into the dim tunnel. The tips of our fingers stained blue and yellow. our souls painted on the cold grey concrete at 1:05 AM. Nothing good ever happens after midnight. Later our lips touched and minds crossed. She gave me her bracelet so that every time I look at I have to think of her. A fire was sparked
Tyler Zuniga
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Tyler Zuniga  23/M/Oklahoma
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