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When our hands' touch i feel electricity run through my veins like vines turned to ash and then you pull away and then you pull away and then you pull away
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
a confession
When our hands' touch i feel electricity run through my veins like vines turned to ash and then you pull away and then you pull away and then you pull away
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21/F/Althea Park
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
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