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red wine stained our lips, with clumsy hands tracing moonlight on your skin. our love got sweeter with each stolen kiss and in those moments i knew, i would follow you to any ruin.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
stolen
red wine stained our lips, with clumsy hands tracing moonlight on your skin. our love got sweeter with each stolen kiss and in those moments i knew, i would follow you to any ruin.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
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