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pressed up against your face sun streaming in through the curtains light caressing your cheeks my arm hurts in this position but i'll keep it still if it means getting to be next to you
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
early morning
pressed up against your face sun streaming in through the curtains light caressing your cheeks my arm hurts in this position but i'll keep it still if it means getting to be next to you
mysa
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
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