intertwined by Tanjil Newkirk

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May 2017

Maybe it was in the shower or the bed but the way you pressed my hands down lit a fire. Then flames blew up and we knew everyone would freak so we kept our secrets in between our sheets.

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Tanjil Newkirk 18/F/Fl

(18/F/Fl)

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