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oak-hey:

I think about you sometimes. I’ve got these feelings that bled into my knuckles every time I bit into them, without words to say that I could fit in the space between your lips like a kiss or something else you’ve stolen a thousand times before. I don’t think you realized how many pieces of you…

(Source: iuxxui)

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