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by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

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“when you give yourself to someone, when your walls collapse and your masks are thrown to the floor. You’re so close to someone that everything seems to have a taste. The text of their insides poems itself over. Swooning to come at the same exact time. I’m reminded that when it’s done, they can call on your soul whenever they want to, at will, whenever their lonely needs its fix.”

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