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My paper ached to feel stories of you on its pages yearned to taste the adventures you had with my heart with every curve of a letter and craved to vicariously enjoy the pressures of pleasures on it's blank slate every time you trace bedtimes stories up and down my spine
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Spine
My paper ached to feel stories of you on its pages yearned to taste the adventures you had with my heart with every curve of a letter and craved to vicariously enjoy the pressures of pleasures on it's blank slate every time you trace bedtimes stories up and down my spine
maria-etre
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
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