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there's this boy, dark hair, light-brown skin, his eyes warm like a campfire, with my melting marshmallow heart, my fever for him grows, i love him, squished between the graham crackers of guilt, because i love her as well. -lilac
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
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there's this boy, dark hair, light-brown skin, his eyes warm like a campfire, with my melting marshmallow heart, my fever for him grows, i love him, squished between the graham crackers of guilt, because i love her as well. -lilac
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Nov 9, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
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