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my ink-stained fingers are starting to itch for your touch these lanky arms miss encircling your plump waist my heart no longer feels home at my own chest it's strange that i long for those i've never known
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
yearning
my ink-stained fingers are starting to itch for your touch these lanky arms miss encircling your plump waist my heart no longer feels home at my own chest it's strange that i long for those i've never known
amavi
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
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