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Shoulder to shoulder with you Rather than shoulder to shoulder with my reflection in the window I scored true love but I guess I never really win though Beautiful months with you-- where's all the time? But I guess the butterflies went with the wind flow. Facetime call after an hour of text I was blushing through my dark skin-- You saw little specks-- Little chili pepper sprinkles all over my cheeks You're the chili flake on my pizza, I needed a piece. Visiting your abode more than once and seeing your dog I can't be done Your mountain of covers and the weighted pillow you know I like-- The tray of ashes next to your bed but our love was never dead The Nike slides beside you but you never got up and left The socks I received after I stepped in your dogs *** I never caught myself remembering details but when it's you The finest hairs are visible. "You are 15"-- "What do you mean...love?" Flip around the numbers... That's the area my mom thinks I'm in when I mention love. Grey rainbows Black sun Cold lava Soft bamboo I am too taboo.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
I am sure.
Shoulder to shoulder with you Rather than shoulder to shoulder with my reflection in the window I scored true love but I guess I never really win though Beautiful months with you-- where's all the time? But I guess the butterflies went with the wind flow. Facetime call after an hour of text I was blushing through my dark skin-- You saw little specks-- Little chili pepper sprinkles all over my cheeks You're the chili flake on my pizza, I needed a piece. Visiting your abode more than once and seeing your dog I can't be done Your mountain of covers and the weighted pillow you know I like-- The tray of ashes next to your bed but our love was never dead The Nike slides beside you but you never got up and left The socks I received after I stepped in your dogs *** I never caught myself remembering details but when it's you The finest hairs are visible. "You are 15"-- "What do you mean...love?" Flip around the numbers... That's the area my mom thinks I'm in when I mention love. Grey rainbows Black sun Cold lava Soft bamboo I am too taboo.
#lgbt#love#seperated#teen#parents
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BracynLiggins
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
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