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Jan 2017
Toluene*

If I decide to unpack all
my belongings in your arms,
would you let me stay?
Would you still be as mesmeric
as you were when you believed
people were temporary?
Would you let me live
inside your skin?
Because I can't tell where
rapture ends and abstinence begins.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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