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Sep 2020
to bang against his chest like a door
rain streams down my cheeks evermore
his eyes turn gray for a storm
fixed woman, there’s no way to get through to me
holds me guarded, he moves me like a puppet
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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   preston
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