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Dec 2018
My thoughts get messy,
My hands get sweaty.
My heart erupts within my chest.
It's all overwhelming at first,
then our lips touch
And there's a pause;
As our souls intertwine,
Ignoring all our flaws.
You are mine
And I am yours.
McCarthy Apia
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McCarthy Apia  20/M/Nigeria
(20/M/Nigeria)   
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