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our love, it blurs you, counting linens of her clothes hurting every tip of your fingers while my blood is stitching your scars
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
three, where are we
our love, it blurs you, counting linens of her clothes hurting every tip of your fingers while my blood is stitching your scars
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
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