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Feb 2020
It makes my blood run smooth.
My heart loses its rhyme
When your skin touches mine.
I want to bring my hand to thine,
But I am too afraid to move.
When your skin touches mine
It makes my blood run smooth.
Written by
Puck Everlasting  16/F
(16/F)   
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     tina kimi, Luna7464, Debbie Lydon and Sparrow
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