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7th of April, 4:02am
My skies are grey and
the shape of the clouds
match your birthmark.
I remember
running my fingers over it
and letting my lips
rain kisses down your left hip.
I can't look at the sky anymore.
the shape of the clouds
match your birthmark.
I remember
running my fingers over it
and letting my lips
rain kisses down your left hip.
I can't look at the sky anymore.
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