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Its not even hard to fall back into what we had. But it feels new, somehow. Your hands burn me to the touch. that kind of flame you just want to keep burning Keep touching fresh wounds, they'll heal eventually.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
new flame
Its not even hard to fall back into what we had. But it feels new, somehow. Your hands burn me to the touch. that kind of flame you just want to keep burning Keep touching fresh wounds, they'll heal eventually.
oniongirl
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
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