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Jan 2021
Your words they make me melt like a candle,
dripping with the thought of you.
I'll spill out onto myself,
raw and messy.
Perfectly imperfect just for you.
earthchild
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earthchild  32/F/Planet Earth
(32/F/Planet Earth)   
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