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 Sep 2020 AM HURT
Nola Leech
Weird
 Sep 2020 AM HURT
Nola Leech
Soft lips curl into mine
Your hands caress my face
I can’t get enough of you
We talk for hours
But I just want to see you in person
And be with you always
Maybe that’s weird

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