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kissing you was like breathing constellations
in your embrace, a nebula
where the soul beneath my breast
compressed until ignition
a newborn star
cold and dark no more
submitted by @tweakyticker
Holy crap, this.
kissing you was like breathing constellations
in your embrace, a nebula
where the soul beneath my breast
compressed until ignition
a newborn star
cold and dark no more
submitted by @tweakyticker
Holy crap, this.
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