[It was a beautiful thing, really. It smelled like the sweat of a dancing grenade, and if you listen carefully, you can hear them call it...a "dream."]
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her hair smells like pokemon on a summer day, catching my fingers in their song. smaller lips fit the nothing between mine like gate and keeper. i can feel pulse in her tongue, and its dance lingers on my breath. she’s happy, im happy.
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