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Two less-than-people, ****** and lounging buck naked on your faded comforter. The sun too bright, the air too thick, our lips too slick with the taste of each other. In short, the act of cracking our rib cages open just wide enough to let the dust out.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
when you asked what I was thinking about:
Two less-than-people, ****** and lounging buck naked on your faded comforter. The sun too bright, the air too thick, our lips too slick with the taste of each other. In short, the act of cracking our rib cages open just wide enough to let the dust out.
KayleeLemire
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
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