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ㅤHer eyes are framed with wildflower bruises and she has the quaking knees to prove it. You could wax poetry like poe about her hands alone, her smile is your saving grace a moonbeam stark against battered skin, how many times have you dreamt about swallowing it whole? cowardie doesn't make miracles but you aren't ready to find out whether, your lips are fatal, you wouldn't forgive yourself if she was extinguished. Let me tell you a third secret, "when you are absent she looks too"
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ㅤHer eyes are framed with wildflower bruises and she has the quaking knees to prove it. You could wax poetry like poe about her hands alone, her smile is your saving grace a moonbeam stark against battered skin, how many times have you dreamt about swallowing it whole? cowardie doesn't make miracles but you aren't ready to find out whether, your lips are fatal, you wouldn't forgive yourself if she was extinguished. Let me tell you a third secret, "when you are absent she looks too"
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