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your smell is stuck in my head i made it up but i know it’s true i daydream of your hands on my cheeks your lips on my lips my fingers in your hair and i can smell it you sing strawberries and watermelons but you smell like firewood and ink its my most absurd fantasy that you could find a piece of me to love so i’ll keep your voice in my ears and let you sing me to sleep with that sugar and salt melody if it burns my tongue then so be it.

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kalexw

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