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my pain is always a surprise your aim is always so precise I ache for your touch, so much, that even when blood drips from my lips you’re still perfect
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
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my pain is always a surprise your aim is always so precise I ache for your touch, so much, that even when blood drips from my lips you’re still perfect
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
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