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Oct 2017
She was a hurricane.

And when the storm hit,

I had a choice to make.

To play it safe and run away,

Forget her smirk, the wild glint in her eyes.

Or to grab her hand with a smirk of my own

And chase the storm,

To dance in the rain.
Iska
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Iska  19/F/lost in the realm of Ink.
(19/F/lost in the realm of Ink.)   
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