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Cupcake Dreams
moonbeams and cupcake dreams.
sugar highs into the night.
we’re whispering nothings,
how our lives could be.
knowing the truth,
looking into your eyes
you are the moonlight
in my darkest of nights.
so, love, break my heart
into a thousand pieces
because all of my insides
are craving your sweet creamy filling.
Tuesday 19th January 2021 3:43 am
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