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I'm not entirely sure what I'm feeling But it feels euphoric. It feels like the smell of coffee at 6am on a winter morning. When the sun slowly begins to shine its rays. A warm hand on a cold thigh. Morning neck kisses and hazey vision, Arms that wrap around a restless body, Settling nerves and letting comfort drift me to sleep. Comfortably numb.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
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I'm not entirely sure what I'm feeling But it feels euphoric. It feels like the smell of coffee at 6am on a winter morning. When the sun slowly begins to shine its rays. A warm hand on a cold thigh. Morning neck kisses and hazey vision, Arms that wrap around a restless body, Settling nerves and letting comfort drift me to sleep. Comfortably numb.
kkeelie
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
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