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Feb 2019
Call me by your name and I’ll call you by my father’s so when you breathe wine-stained love into my mouth, I’ll remember that you only love me when you’re drunk and you won’t remember your promises in the morning
I thought I was overreacting
Sophia
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Sophia  24/F/Indianapolis
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