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between dreams and deficiencies for a moment candied whispers mask the taste of stale drags I know these moments can't stretch long enough to make the feeling real but for now I drink the ichor of your lie and I am lovely
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Your lips fill the space
between dreams and deficiencies for a moment candied whispers mask the taste of stale drags I know these moments can't stretch long enough to make the feeling real but for now I drink the ichor of your lie and I am lovely
joe-hill
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30/M/American
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
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