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Between rest and peace I slip. The memories of you drip (Sweat between your thighs) into my dreams, and ink the effervescent sighs of my soul with the colour of you.
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Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 3:05 PM UTC
Old Wounds
Between rest and peace I slip. The memories of you drip (Sweat between your thighs) into my dreams, and ink the effervescent sighs of my soul with the colour of you.
Ta-Shi
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Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 3:05 PM UTC
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