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Fresh strawberry is my favourite It’s not like I chose or anything It’s just a fact Her emotions are her librrty It’s not like she chose or anything It’s just a fact Her kiss is flavoured by memories It’s not like I chose or anything It’s just a fact My presence is clouded by awkwardness It’s not like she chose or anything It’s just a fact Her auburn hair glows like fireworks It’s not like I chose or anything It’s just a fact Her love for me died like an ember It’s not like she chose or anything It’s just a fact
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Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 8:08 PM UTC
Lips and Strawberries
Fresh strawberry is my favourite It’s not like I chose or anything It’s just a fact Her emotions are her librrty It’s not like she chose or anything It’s just a fact Her kiss is flavoured by memories It’s not like I chose or anything It’s just a fact My presence is clouded by awkwardness It’s not like she chose or anything It’s just a fact Her auburn hair glows like fireworks It’s not like I chose or anything It’s just a fact Her love for me died like an ember It’s not like she chose or anything It’s just a fact
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Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 8:08 PM UTC
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