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I wanted to paint your face Not the beautiful one Not the reel one your real Like fine wine and Gods Not the boxed crap ready for Mass consumption I need Chaos your Complexity Can I come, again and again to find Some new & charming you? Like a Pinot haunting ghost in a movie Fük the Merlots Fūk the number 7! In my pre-prime it was just me a 1 In our youth it was just us coupling 2 Or was that a divorced fantasy splitting at 3 And here we are a moment break in blue with berries And here I am in Witches Brew beckin us to Take 5 "Lovin is what I got, I said, remember that"
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
Faces of primes
I wanted to paint your face Not the beautiful one Not the reel one your real Like fine wine and Gods Not the boxed crap ready for Mass consumption I need Chaos your Complexity Can I come, again and again to find Some new & charming you? Like a Pinot haunting ghost in a movie Fük the Merlots Fūk the number 7! In my pre-prime it was just me a 1 In our youth it was just us coupling 2 Or was that a divorced fantasy splitting at 3 And here we are a moment break in blue with berries And here I am in Witches Brew beckin us to Take 5 "Lovin is what I got, I said, remember that"
jojo-nguyen
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
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