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She smells of strawberries, ice cream on a melting, runny day She speaks of blueberries, waffles in the morning - hot and warm, comfy - snuggled, next to you I smell _strawberries_ so often; I hear _blueberries_ so soon, and every time I do, still - I think, I speak of you
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Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
She smells of strawberries
She smells of strawberries, ice cream on a melting, runny day She speaks of blueberries, waffles in the morning - hot and warm, comfy - snuggled, next to you I smell _strawberries_ so often; I hear _blueberries_ so soon, and every time I do, still - I think, I speak of you
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Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
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