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The air's too dry, my lips chapped, but no ordinary balm will do. Why don't you wear it first, let it melt into your warmth, then let me steal it back, until the taste of your lips becomes my only addiction.
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 7:05 PM UTC
Only Your Lips
The air's too dry, my lips chapped, but no ordinary balm will do. Why don't you wear it first, let it melt into your warmth, then let me steal it back, until the taste of your lips becomes my only addiction.
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DigitalMelancholy
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DigitalMelancholy
34/M/Bangladesh
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 7:05 PM UTC
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