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Feb 2018
My guard was up,
my fists clenched,
so ready to fight you off.
But then,
there was him.
My body alight,
the fog drifts over my mind.
He makes me feel safe,
and oh so alive.
Hello Love,
you rare bird.
I can't resist;
I don't want to.
ashley lingy
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ashley lingy  28/F/The Island of Misfit Toys
(28/F/The Island of Misfit Toys)   
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