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Jun 2019
The scent of peppermint embodied.
Deep navy blues.
Silver watches where our time together goes 7 times faster.
But only when its on your wrist somehow.
Tired eyes.
Tired smiles.
Hesitance.
I try not to look your way and I hope you don't take any second glances towards me.
I know if either of us do, I'll go back to feeling the same for sure when I don't want to go there anymore.
Emma
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Emma  25/F
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