Her lips danced on mine
Leaving the cherry residue
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜
PoetryA lost boy who lost his way in the endless forests waiting for the sun to rise
Residue
Her lips danced on mine
Leaving the cherry residue
