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Nov 2018
softly were your hands on mine
your words in my ears
so soft, so fine
the taste of your lips, the soft destruction
of your soul
where do i even begin
the feel of your love
crawling under my skin
desires
prince
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prince  17/M/TIRED
(17/M/TIRED)   
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   lovelywildflower
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