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Jul 2019
hand in hand
we ran down the cliffside
wind howling
the waves crashing
crimson hair
dancing in the breeze
we sat for a moment
lost in the beauty of it all
thinking that the ocean
hugging the shore so calmly
before violently
breaking at it's feet
is much like how
our love feels.
- my dreams are where i belong to you.
rk
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rk  F/scotland
(F/scotland)   
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   Riz Mack and ross
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