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Jul 2020
I miss floodlights
Not how beautiful they are
They were
They will be
But how beautiful you were under them
Chin up twisted lips
🀀closed eyes
Anxious adrenaline ready to bounce on my poor shabby lips
Bad thing
We now greet each on Twitter after winterπŸ₯±πŸ₯±
leechyna
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leechyna  22/M/kenya
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