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With others I tend to flinch, stutter, and stammer. But with you- I am still as a book, my spine never broken, yet well-read. You touch my back cover and my mind is bound by novellas.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
Flinch
With others I tend to flinch, stutter, and stammer. But with you- I am still as a book, my spine never broken, yet well-read. You touch my back cover and my mind is bound by novellas.
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19/F/Dublin, Ireland
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
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