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I know that his kiss tasted like all the dreams I waxed on about in the writing I don’t do anymore, the words I wove while trying to imagine Iris but all I imagined was a fantasy, an ending. He tasted like those fantasies. He felt like those endings. It’s him.
PEEP, MINI CANDY CANE, AND THE BEST CLAUS how bad would it be if i kissed the guy who stole from us
