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trace your faint touch down my rib cage, whispered nails hush my chest, let's synch our heart beats, exhale burgundy breath, that cheap red wine and our ultra violet teeth. unlace your lucid lust, cocoons under silk sheets, thread counts are high, your body next to me. your head rests gently, my arm falls asleep, i try not to move, make sense to me.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
make sense to me
trace your faint touch down my rib cage, whispered nails hush my chest, let's synch our heart beats, exhale burgundy breath, that cheap red wine and our ultra violet teeth. unlace your lucid lust, cocoons under silk sheets, thread counts are high, your body next to me. your head rests gently, my arm falls asleep, i try not to move, make sense to me.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
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