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Every inhale can overload my brain with the rich scent, Of skin, of strength. There are mornings where you are all I taste, And my head is overwhelmed by you consuming every sense.
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
The fact that I wrote this made me want to set myself on fire out of embarrassment.
Every inhale can overload my brain with the rich scent, Of skin, of strength. There are mornings where you are all I taste, And my head is overwhelmed by you consuming every sense.
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21/Non-binary/Chicago
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
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