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i'll run my fingers through your hair and it will fall apart. you'll run yours through mine, for all i care, but it was over from the start. your scent is oddly comforting, i think, as i glance down at your pale legs but the look in your eye, telling me everything. Don't be someone who begs me for love at three in the morning i'm probably watching lesbian **** when you talk, i always find myself yawning. and i guess, your heart will be torn into tiny pieces. it's completely my fault that our conversations will soon cease i love you as much as i love salt.
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
the price of salt
i'll run my fingers through your hair and it will fall apart. you'll run yours through mine, for all i care, but it was over from the start. your scent is oddly comforting, i think, as i glance down at your pale legs but the look in your eye, telling me everything. Don't be someone who begs me for love at three in the morning i'm probably watching lesbian **** when you talk, i always find myself yawning. and i guess, your heart will be torn into tiny pieces. it's completely my fault that our conversations will soon cease i love you as much as i love salt.
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Mar 2, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
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