Surreptitious Meetings by marc rios

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Aug 19

You feel like the sun in a middle of skyfall
Embraced by your ember skin
That feels nothing but of a sweet lullaby
worthwhile and consigned to oblivion.

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marc rios 22/M

(22/M)

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