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Jan 2022
take any form you wish,
twist the shape of us to your hearts desire,
we could be kind friends in the sun,
criminals in the night,
devour your body, then paint your nails,
run through the city, then just part ways,
and i would still love you the same.
06.12.2021 Love that isn't made of red fire.. is it less ? hmm
yann
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yann  24/Genderqueer/France
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