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ATTENTION ALL STRAWBERRY LOVERS THERES A NEW FRUIT CLAN THAT IS DECLARING WAR ON OUR KIND;
BEWARE OF THE BLUEBERRIES AND THEIR SICK AND TWISTED PROPAGANDA.
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Thoughts of that pleasant, sharp sting, when your teeth marked secrets on my skin, swirl in my head leaving me with a dazed grin. In tender whispers, my heart begins to bloom for your light, yet fate declares we walk in separate rooms. I shall not yield to these desires that softly call, for you are not my one, nor I your all.
I yearn for a mirrored heart, gentle and true, for in your presence, I find solace in the tender stillness of our embrace.
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