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Feb 2020
His eyes are pale blue oceans that shimmer with the sun,
they look right through me and there's nowhere I can run.
His breath is cool against my neck and sends shivers down my spine,
I'm drunk off his words and his presence blurs my mind.
Like tunnel visions, all I see is him,
and when he's gone all I feel is where his hands have been
Savanna
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Savanna  21/F/Guelph Ontario
(21/F/Guelph Ontario)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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