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Nov 2017
The feeling of being with them rushed me,
Adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
Every touch we shared would be lodged into my mind.
My ears tinted red,
Their lips teasing me as they speak.
Their eyes swallowed me deep and then.
I fell.
Rachel
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Rachel  22/F
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   Glassmuncher and rose
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