He closed his eyes. His mouth open as if he was in a beautiful place. He was in her.
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Pothos (Poetic Porn)
PoetryEven our mind sometimes get blue and blue doesn't always mean sad... #4 IN POETRY. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
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He closed his eyes. His mouth open as if he was in a beautiful place. He was in her.
