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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐍 | ❝ His lips were painted from fresh, young peaches, clasped by ivory, feathered wings. Tan and brown, freckled skin grips pale lights, and tapered, laced breaths of moon-soaked skies. ❞
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