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i want her hands to travel the mountains and valleys of my curves, the twisting road map of my bones her soft words like campfire warmth, spreading through the night matches striking their box set alight with every little spark
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
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i want her hands to travel the mountains and valleys of my curves, the twisting road map of my bones her soft words like campfire warmth, spreading through the night matches striking their box set alight with every little spark
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
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