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Apr 2021
"i’ll burn you," she said as their hands touched. she throws her head back and laughs, it's a cool, melodious sound, like summer rain on her skin.
"i expect nothing less," she says smiling. lips meeting flushed skin, hands leaving ash in their wake.
aout 2020
a wandering voice
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a wandering voice  20/F/pluto
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   Imran Islam
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