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His look is otherworldly, Damon-esque from The Vampire Diaries.
“You okay, Little Storm?” The rasp and tenor of his voice is a gravelly lullaby.
raspberry Tootsie Pop
It’s not even noon, and I’m breaking out a bag of Sour Skittles,
He tastes like cotton-candy transgressions. Sugarcoated sin.