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Every two weeks your skin cells die and are replaced So as I sit in bed tracing my fingers across my lips I wonder how long it'll take for my skin to forget your taste
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
Skin
Every two weeks your skin cells die and are replaced So as I sit in bed tracing my fingers across my lips I wonder how long it'll take for my skin to forget your taste
Apple juice and peach
Inkedteapot
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
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