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Aug 2014
Pale , washed out and faded.
Your once rose tinted lips that lingered at my body and colourless hands that grabbed my bruised hips , hungrily.
Our stollen kisses wasted on tequila and messed bed sheets.
It wasn't perfect but it was real.
Shannon Acacia Wilson
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Shannon Acacia Wilson  United Kingdom
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