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| coldmeshach |
In my sleep I had a moment. With my bad nighttime breath, you tasted like all the fruits in the world. It didn't go on to long, but I asked no questions. I wasn't looking for witnesses. I'm being smothered by moments that don't really exist with some souls I know I'll never know. I awoke like foot struggling for blood. |
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