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Jan 2021
Lips like a smooth spirit in a dense glass.
Drink from my pain slow, I hope you don't

I felt her cold on me like a winter dawn
Gasp for my air boldly, it's a long night.

Eyes pierce heavy with little room to flee.
Waltz with the devil if you crave the energy.
Misty Meadows
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Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
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