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By thoughtthefever Submitted by Jane Doe Date: 2012 Oct 15 Comment on this Work [[2012.10.15.14.31.13504]] |
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i miss running through the fields and the smell of corn. i miss the way it felt as our feet slapped against the mud, and you chased me all the way to the edge of the forest, grabbing me at the waist as i shrieked and we fell laughing to the ground. unaware of the mess we’d just made, unware of the time. aware only of the smell of the thunderstorm rising and the taste of each other on our lips. |