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What’s left lingers on me, your smell on my fingers, my hair, my chafed skin, my well washed shirts and I could wash I could I know I never knew essential meant impossible to be without until the scent began to fade
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
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What’s left lingers on me, your smell on my fingers, my hair, my chafed skin, my well washed shirts and I could wash I could I know I never knew essential meant impossible to be without until the scent began to fade
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drunkenkind
46/M/UK
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
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