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his videogames rest on my desk / snuggled under my belongings / his things fit perfectly amongst mine / like the way our fingers lace together under the chilly autumn stars.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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his videogames rest on my desk / snuggled under my belongings / his things fit perfectly amongst mine / like the way our fingers lace together under the chilly autumn stars.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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