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A single candle
A window open
             An arm cascades
 2d Kritika
Leanne
His words, like honey, stick to me,
Soft and sweet,
He melts my heart into a puddle at his feet.
Each phrase he speaks, a tender, warm glow is formed,
This glow ignites my soul into a gentle swarm.
RL❤️
my ink well runs dry
time to call it a day now
to clothe my soul bared

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