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Apr 2015
I owed him nothing and he owed me the same
I didn't desire his body nearly as much as I lusted after his intimacy
Galaxies filled with luminous stars and chocolate milky ways can't compare to the moments we relished in
Those fleeting moments, his elastic cheeks,
that Dumbledore chin.
Baby, is this what you call smitten?
He's everything yet somewhat elusive and unreal.
Rose C
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Rose C
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     Lior Gavra and Arlo Disarray
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