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Callused fingertips, bruised up lips, but when the day is done, you're still my sun. A star so high; digging me a grave so low. Love is complete when it's this skin deep.
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Fly, fly
Callused fingertips, bruised up lips, but when the day is done, you're still my sun. A star so high; digging me a grave so low. Love is complete when it's this skin deep.
missyoualways
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
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