You hurts my chest, and you melt it. by Candlewood

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Aug 2019

The prickly surface.
Wow.

My fingers always find my way to you.

But your longer arms,
Wow.

Hold me while we watch
Freedom Writers.

The others.

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Candlewood M/My Library.

(M/My Library.)

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