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Dec 2019
a moment
of holding your hands
swaying to the music
of wind chimes
and voices.
tile floors
metal water
that tastes like red
you taste like red.
just a memory, but one i hope i'll never forget.
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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