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How many glasses of wine on star strewn nights, Looks lingering a fraction longer than allowed, Tentative touches, head tilted into the crook of your shoulder Like it was moulded from you, for you: Just how much would it take for us to admit That this is more than we ever bargained for?
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
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How many glasses of wine on star strewn nights, Looks lingering a fraction longer than allowed, Tentative touches, head tilted into the crook of your shoulder Like it was moulded from you, for you: Just how much would it take for us to admit That this is more than we ever bargained for?
ellie-19
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
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