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she had never been one for an adventure.

but that night

she ran across rivers

jumped between bridges.


she had never been one to fall in love.

but that night

her lips were red and swollen from kissing him

and her wanderlust eyes 

kept him awake and alive.


she 

was

f r e e.

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