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I kissed your forehead today Then your hair I love the smell of it You said it tickled Little did you know, I was asking for death at that time. But it's the littlest things in my life now that I enjoy. And kissing your head is one of them.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
Littlest Pleasure
I kissed your forehead today Then your hair I love the smell of it You said it tickled Little did you know, I was asking for death at that time. But it's the littlest things in my life now that I enjoy. And kissing your head is one of them.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
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