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I cut three for me

lost.
confusion seeping in the blood.
- rush.
however calm and interested;
consumed by curiosity and silence. [/font]
a hint of fear involved.
my watchful eyes, seated in the back.
smoke. [/font]
puffed in the air.
his lips press mine.
the taste of weed
out.
walking in the bitter frost of open air;
he grabs my hand and we walk...
down the stairs-
darkness
beating heart erases all the silence.
deep.
thoughts consumed the brain as the bed grabbed the action.
heavy breaths from two souls.
cant...
too late.[/font]

Written by xchiclitx (Hailey Rye)
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