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Apr 2021
you told me i smell like a mix of my vanilla bean chapstic and sin
a combination of caring too much and the smoke i just had
just the right balance between sweet and unholy

but i still smell only dryer sheets
teach me to recognize myself through your eyes

25.04.2021
basil
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basil  20/they/them/the moon
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