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Jan 2021
Is it love or something more than ***?
Every time we ****, your moans make me obsessed
You’re so fine and I am just a mess
*******, I think I’m in over my head
Mood swings and 9 missed calls
I can hear your voice right inside my walls
She turns heads everywhere she walks,
But she doesn’t have time to even talk
i wanna be more to you, more of us.
writteninribon
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writteninribon  18/F
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