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Mar 2020
When our hands' touch
i feel electricity
run through my veins
like vines turned to ash



and then you pull away
and then you pull away
and then you pull away
ugh
Aquila
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Aquila  16/F/Althea Park
(16/F/Althea Park)   
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   Killian
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