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Is the loneliest number One by one Are the fingers counted One Is the puff of air Softly touching The tip of my nose Everything tastes one, like the first drop falling on the dry tongue
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Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
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Is the loneliest number One by one Are the fingers counted One Is the puff of air Softly touching The tip of my nose Everything tastes one, like the first drop falling on the dry tongue
ChiaraSantarelli
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Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
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