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Fingers trace slow sparks, your name caught soft on my lips. Night learns how we breathe.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
Seventy Three . Sparks
Fingers trace slow sparks, your name caught soft on my lips. Night learns how we breathe.
emily-ryen
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emily-ryen
28/F/USA
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
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