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Sep 2020
Soft lips curl into mine
Your hands caress my face
I can’t get enough of you
We talk for hours
But I just want to see you in person
And be with you always
Maybe that’s weird
Nola Leech
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Nola Leech  18/Cisgender Female
(18/Cisgender Female)   
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     AM HURT and Harley Hucof
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