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Jul 2017
There's thunder in my veins,
and when you call out me name
it beckons the lightening
to crack open my ribcage,
with my head on your chest,
your soul infects
where darkness rests,
when it rains after midnight,
making love with you
in the light of the moon
is proof of my love,
and devotion to you.
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Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
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