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Boys look past my shyness I don't understand So beautiful I see my feelings in my face, my forms in the mirror Why doesn't anyone want to enjoy me? The beauty of a boy discovered inside and out by my skin my curious body In other people's houses I capture the beds in my dreams None of them invite me Can they see in me how critical I am?
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Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 3:57 AM UTC
Beds in my dreams
Boys look past my shyness I don't understand So beautiful I see my feelings in my face, my forms in the mirror Why doesn't anyone want to enjoy me? The beauty of a boy discovered inside and out by my skin my curious body In other people's houses I capture the beds in my dreams None of them invite me Can they see in me how critical I am?
Collection "Life line"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 3:57 AM UTC
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