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I was out of breath just walking with you. It wasn't the sun or the hay bathed heat, it was the passion with which you held your silence that harkened the blood from my veins and flushed my emotions clear across my cheeks.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
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I was out of breath just walking with you. It wasn't the sun or the hay bathed heat, it was the passion with which you held your silence that harkened the blood from my veins and flushed my emotions clear across my cheeks.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
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