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Facing catching breath with sudden skin   hands pull in never close enough with lips unclosed not unclothed we shouldn't but we could oh how we would and why? for who we were there see that foggy window long gone now where behind our shut eyes we warm belied the leather cold
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Back Seat, Christmas Eve
Facing catching breath with sudden skin   hands pull in never close enough with lips unclosed not unclothed we shouldn't but we could oh how we would and why? for who we were there see that foggy window long gone now where behind our shut eyes we warm belied the leather cold
A sweet, chilly memory from a time before
liz-humphrey
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
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