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my Achilles heel that I feel too much, I deal with so much, the waves too rough my realism steals my happiness at mimosa littered brunch, a shot just for fun talking behind the mall in your car, tongues tied in the dark intertwining my love like ivy, growing into your fruitful mind driving through the busy streets to your private oasis return to your arms, return to the basics
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Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
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my Achilles heel that I feel too much, I deal with so much, the waves too rough my realism steals my happiness at mimosa littered brunch, a shot just for fun talking behind the mall in your car, tongues tied in the dark intertwining my love like ivy, growing into your fruitful mind driving through the busy streets to your private oasis return to your arms, return to the basics
munybee
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Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
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