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hot but cold, yes still recovering yet I want another holiday already I've laid here too long & the itch to flee builds again inside of me it felt like a blur, but I sure cried like hell & the fever never seemed to let go so I slept & slept, & woke to puddles full of sweat & dreamt of somewhere maybe we could go. I thought we could take holiday somewhere near, maybe far take a boat, or possibly car I could pack one bag or how about a few? still recovering yet I am ready to go because this place isn't home & I want something new
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
holiday
hot but cold, yes still recovering yet I want another holiday already I've laid here too long & the itch to flee builds again inside of me it felt like a blur, but I sure cried like hell & the fever never seemed to let go so I slept & slept, & woke to puddles full of sweat & dreamt of somewhere maybe we could go. I thought we could take holiday somewhere near, maybe far take a boat, or possibly car I could pack one bag or how about a few? still recovering yet I am ready to go because this place isn't home & I want something new
a little madonna inspiration, a little fever come-down
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
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