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the numbness in my hands is almost made up for by the clean, frosted air it's now that i think of you maybe tracing your skin uneven with the chill. or my touch. i don't mind that your hands are warm somewhere else you're mine where it counts
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
fantasy under the stars, in fall
the numbness in my hands is almost made up for by the clean, frosted air it's now that i think of you maybe tracing your skin uneven with the chill. or my touch. i don't mind that your hands are warm somewhere else you're mine where it counts
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Nov 30, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
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