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no one ever did what he does since he is particularly odd; like how he kisses my lips as if they're made of vanilla and he loves the taste of it lingers on his tongue or the way he laughs with me like I'm his bestfriend while playing with my hair as I rest my head on his chest he'd hum lullabies through his wrapping arms making all my doubts fall asleep and unconsciously, I'm in too deep
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
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no one ever did what he does since he is particularly odd; like how he kisses my lips as if they're made of vanilla and he loves the taste of it lingers on his tongue or the way he laughs with me like I'm his bestfriend while playing with my hair as I rest my head on his chest he'd hum lullabies through his wrapping arms making all my doubts fall asleep and unconsciously, I'm in too deep
amalia-puspa
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
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