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His eyes were deep as an untasted well. Promising endless nights of oblivion. When he asked me what I wanted to drink I was tempted to put him to the test. Because I'm forever a contradiction to either common sense or recklessness. If you tell me what I want I will give you what you want to have. But when the guessing game is over, we're both left unsatisfied and needy.
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Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 11:01 AM UTC
Drink me
His eyes were deep as an untasted well. Promising endless nights of oblivion. When he asked me what I wanted to drink I was tempted to put him to the test. Because I'm forever a contradiction to either common sense or recklessness. If you tell me what I want I will give you what you want to have. But when the guessing game is over, we're both left unsatisfied and needy.
midnight strangers, lovers of present impulses, memory makers
Zarain
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Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 11:01 AM UTC
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