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I kept on telling him that my lips were made of pillows as if he couldn't feel them with his charcoal tips as his lips broke across my shea skin. We are globs of jojoba oil set above a fire. We melt. Together.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
Jojoba Oil
I kept on telling him that my lips were made of pillows as if he couldn't feel them with his charcoal tips as his lips broke across my shea skin. We are globs of jojoba oil set above a fire. We melt. Together.
marieniege
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
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