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man cast in the role of former neglected shelter dog that just wants to exist in the same space that you do, lean into the soft palm of your hand when you cup his cheek man cast in the role of darling bardling, dressed in bright colors, lute in hand, plays until his fingers bleed and bows with the strings stained red, again and again man cast in the role of cowboy, once an outlaw, now just wants a rocking chair on a front porch next to yours, twists forget me nots into your flowing hair, and his *** knee hurts when it rains, but that’s okay man cast in the roll of pirate, married to the swell of ocean waves against the sides of a weather-beaten ship, *** in his flask and sea salt wound into long beard and longer hair, jolly roger flapping proudly in the wind man cast in the role of court jester, lover, clown, once a fool always a fool, for the *** and the ***** and that cheap beer that makes him think of you won’t ask what you two are when your hands brush just so, but will smile to himself and take a pull from the bottle in the same place your lips once touched
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC
an actor by any other name
man cast in the role of former neglected shelter dog that just wants to exist in the same space that you do, lean into the soft palm of your hand when you cup his cheek man cast in the role of darling bardling, dressed in bright colors, lute in hand, plays until his fingers bleed and bows with the strings stained red, again and again man cast in the role of cowboy, once an outlaw, now just wants a rocking chair on a front porch next to yours, twists forget me nots into your flowing hair, and his *** knee hurts when it rains, but that’s okay man cast in the roll of pirate, married to the swell of ocean waves against the sides of a weather-beaten ship, *** in his flask and sea salt wound into long beard and longer hair, jolly roger flapping proudly in the wind man cast in the role of court jester, lover, clown, once a fool always a fool, for the *** and the ***** and that cheap beer that makes him think of you won’t ask what you two are when your hands brush just so, but will smile to himself and take a pull from the bottle in the same place your lips once touched
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC
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