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Lips grace me like the sun to the horizon. They greet me good morning and bid a good night. They whisper a thousand words with just one motion: a gentle kiss to my skin.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
2-16-15 2:05pm
Lips grace me like the sun to the horizon. They greet me good morning and bid a good night. They whisper a thousand words with just one motion: a gentle kiss to my skin.
Whoops! More gay. Sorry.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
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