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she is ancient, bold blood like fierce gold old skins falling down the thorn inside the crown death is new life rewrite and rewrite

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gaze locks and hearts open, into an embrace soft like moss promise me you'll listen to yourself promise me you'll try blueberry kisses one spring afternoon buds unfurl, leaves splay open and we melt i

healing wounds and sweetly tending to our traumas embracing the tiny me, the tiny you the innocent ones the chink in the armor i allow you to touch a crack in the halo i turn to reveal these blemishes

soft eyes pale face sweet embrace mesmerize tantric touch electric lips handfuls of the intimate this moonbeam light chocolate dream melting stars girl being seen spirit breath humid teeth night air t

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