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our blood is warm but the body still needs more heat to function i needed the warmth of your hands to function i needed the warm blanket grabbing my hips too much heat could possibly burn the body your hands touched my integumentary system time and time again but i never knew the side effect of heat your hands still warm and soft on my skin grazed over my left lung after so many times i experienced internal burning your touch had caused me to burn inside out this heat that i loved has turned into black burns all over my skin and insides i keep this burning around because i love pain and your hands did just that.
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Heat
our blood is warm but the body still needs more heat to function i needed the warmth of your hands to function i needed the warm blanket grabbing my hips too much heat could possibly burn the body your hands touched my integumentary system time and time again but i never knew the side effect of heat your hands still warm and soft on my skin grazed over my left lung after so many times i experienced internal burning your touch had caused me to burn inside out this heat that i loved has turned into black burns all over my skin and insides i keep this burning around because i love pain and your hands did just that.
kendall-malish
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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