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Your kisses burn me

How the fire burns me Your skin is a ****** thing from which I have not yet freed myself Your eyes are brown like the coffee I usually drink in the morning is an exquisite and burning vessel for my heart and my soul
Tazuddin Borbuya
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Tazuddin Borbuya  18/M
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