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Oct 2018
The sound of your soft breaths as you sleep,
Your sweet aroma filling my lungs.
The texture of the blanket as I stand up,
Look at how perfectly messy your hair looks,
And go to rid myself of the taste of sleep.
A good night's rest tastes revolting.
Connor
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Connor  19/Genderqueer/Clarksville, TN
(19/Genderqueer/Clarksville, TN)   
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