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Every time I whisper my love, it becomes more concrete, a cement between my bones, crushing me with no remorse.
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Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
Concrete
Every time I whisper my love, it becomes more concrete, a cement between my bones, crushing me with no remorse.
Nao
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Nao
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
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