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He's sweet in a way I'll never be. I'm sweet in a way that will rot your teeth. But he, holds me with honey, calls me sweet, and loves me softly.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
Sweet
He's sweet in a way I'll never be. I'm sweet in a way that will rot your teeth. But he, holds me with honey, calls me sweet, and loves me softly.
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BlueJay1995
18/F/Australia
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
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