i close my eyes so that i can't see you or place my palms over them, just so, but sometimes, late at night
i peek
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i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
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3 comments:
this sums up so much in a few words
nice one
sometimes you want things you shouldn't have
do you look through your left
or your right hand
when you do?
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