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You tested your metals of doe's skin and petals
Heavy novels, summer lust, black coffee, driving nowhere, sparkling water, friends.
I drink whiskey like water and still never know what to say.
Do you ever have those dreams where everyone around you seems to die, and it’s entirely your fault?
Hummingbird, just let me die.
You’re not vain. You just love beauty, wherever it resides. In dark curls at the nape of a neck, elegant outlines at the curve of a hip, the crook of knuckles around chord changes and the easy strum of deft fingers, white teeth and songs that are slightly off-key. You take as you desire.
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Title Fight - You Can’t Say Kingston Doesn’t Love You.
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