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Apr 2020
There’s things I wish you’d say to me
Or maybe I’m projecting
Even if this love never works out
I celebrate it
I celebrate my ability to see it.
It smells so good
Soft like papaya
I’ve never tasted you
But I’ve already tasted you
Or maybe I’ve tasted me loving you
I love you
I don’t know why
Written by
Negra  Chicago
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