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It was a narrow and dim place his hand and arm brushed skin over my skin familiar and pleasant as my love's: how foreign is a foreigner in an unguarded moment? How many people could I be intimate with if... What differences turn people into enemies, if it's not a problem to be loved by someone you don't know – as if your eyes were closed to prejudices, obstacles and complicated circumstances that don't stop anyone who is young and in love
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
Foreignly intimate
It was a narrow and dim place his hand and arm brushed skin over my skin familiar and pleasant as my love's: how foreign is a foreigner in an unguarded moment? How many people could I be intimate with if... What differences turn people into enemies, if it's not a problem to be loved by someone you don't know – as if your eyes were closed to prejudices, obstacles and complicated circumstances that don't stop anyone who is young and in love
Collection “The Big Secret”
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
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