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Sep 2014
his hands latch onto my hips.
i can feel his breath fanning down my neck.

they call moments like this "heated" for a reason,
but i had not felt colder before he pressed my back against the wall,
for this only sparked memories of the moments i had shared with you.

(k.t)
little one
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little one  Ohio.
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