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Write me a letter
the mate of sweat when your hands trembled against the cold as slimy and slick as the touch may be for no one challenged the speed each goes not the sodium you confessed it to be none of the elements i would want to boast carved roses upon my lips when honey was out of the coast all i heard was a single beep a heartbeat skipped as the white flag rose call it the confession as you may with the passion of every dose im writing you a letter that is all that i would say the truth you had wanted now right under your nose. || mink's scribbles turned red at 7:17 PM || ~
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