

Sweet.Nothing.Loveri. we used to mumble hushed soliloquies between moans produced by a young love that was pure as the air filling our lungs as we laid entrapped by windowpanes that acted as our only barrier between our self-invented reality and the cruel, prying outside world.Sweet.Nothing.Lover
ii. you used to nibble on my ear and call me "doll, sweety, babygirl" but now you just call me "genny." i am convinced you only crawl into my bed to pour salt into my already gaping chest because every time you scream my name instead of whisperi
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