obsidian - Hello Poetry

i dream of running my hands through his black curls but his heart is obsidian and i am an iron pickaxe

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Jun 12, 2025

Jun 12, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC

i dream of running my hands through his black curls but his heart is obsidian and i am an iron pickaxe

#minecraft #gay #yearning #unrequited #rejection #lgbt #romance

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18/M/England

Jun 12, 2025

Jun 12, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC

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