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It's 1991 A towering time Frank hearts Meeting Only having in Common The plastic cups In their Hands Rapid eye Movement Drawing Them nearer Almost touching Not touching At all Conversation Swirls around them Trails slipping In between Quiet breaths He tails behind Her This goddess Blue haired And starry eyed He Glassy eyed Stairs Bedroom door An Unfamiliar territory Tumbling Rustling of sheets The tender Touch Of unfamiliar Skin Conceivability Forgotten forever Continuing journeys In Completely separate Ways
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
Das Jahr der Schafe
It's 1991 A towering time Frank hearts Meeting Only having in Common The plastic cups In their Hands Rapid eye Movement Drawing Them nearer Almost touching Not touching At all Conversation Swirls around them Trails slipping In between Quiet breaths He tails behind Her This goddess Blue haired And starry eyed He Glassy eyed Stairs Bedroom door An Unfamiliar territory Tumbling Rustling of sheets The tender Touch Of unfamiliar Skin Conceivability Forgotten forever Continuing journeys In Completely separate Ways
orbitalmucus
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27/Trans Male/American
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
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