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when he opens my door, I can smell his cologne one that makes my shoulders relax and my eye lids feel heavy but when I hold him close, I can smell the dirt on his skin and the sweat in his hair the salt reaches my lips, when I kiss his forehead and somehow this is sweeter, than the floral notes of his cologne
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
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when he opens my door, I can smell his cologne one that makes my shoulders relax and my eye lids feel heavy but when I hold him close, I can smell the dirt on his skin and the sweat in his hair the salt reaches my lips, when I kiss his forehead and somehow this is sweeter, than the floral notes of his cologne
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
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