Trace the bridge of my nose, kiss the edge of my lips. Tell me I’m a storm; ask me if I feel love. Devour my heart whole. Take it all, become one. Love!, do not repent! Let it be, just what it’s meant.

Trace the bridge of my nose, kiss the edge of my lips. Tell me I’m a storm; ask me if I feel love. D...

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