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repose calls to take a moment for myself, while i love you with the stars on my lips ‧ with crossed legs, my meditation retells to my starved fantasies, how to hold you ‧ breathtaking experiences are unleashing my joy's metaphor, written in a future tale ‧ illustrated so, the upward spiral of my sin, weaves a symphony with hugs and kisses ‧ as a result, on nights and days' sleeves, a song, (at least), it'll echo in your mind …about me
— 🄯 Claudia ✓
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