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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.
Tanjil Newkirk
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Tanjil Newkirk  18/F/Fl
(18/F/Fl)   
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