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  • Emma B. Spears
  • Nov 29, 2025
  • 1 min read

Aries moon shit

Hate when you’re close

God it was a trauma circus in bed with us

69 different positions around that ring

They don’t keep up like you did

Making you yawn the next day

You’ve only been with girls since me

I ate a sorbet of flavors you’ll never be able to afford

Always your big spoon for your melted ice cream

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