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Maybe it was in the shower or the bed but the way you pressed my hands down lit a fire. Then flames blew up and we knew everyone would freak so we kept our secrets in between our sheets.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
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Maybe it was in the shower or the bed but the way you pressed my hands down lit a fire. Then flames blew up and we knew everyone would freak so we kept our secrets in between our sheets.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
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