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This world is filled with closets. And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.

To Her From Her

Twas like a rush of adrenaline, the way we met Dark lights, loud music, tipsy minds and a rushed kiss Your eyes captivated me that Thursday night And when we kissed, I just wanted more of you
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