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The things we promised we wouldn't talk about Jacob M M
The things we promised we wouldn't talk about
Jacob M M
"The hint of a smile smearing across my lips, staining my face. You touch the first buttonslowly undressing, pants begging to come down, mouthaching to be kissed." -Jacob M. M.-- Publish raw: Unedited free thought curated in a format to read as a rollercoaster relationship with spurts of self-realization.