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I want to run my fingers through his hair and wrap him in my arms, feel the way he relaxes as we sit here together.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Soft feelings
I want to run my fingers through his hair and wrap him in my arms, feel the way he relaxes as we sit here together.
It's strange the dreams the mind creates.
huxley-web
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18/F/The Shore
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
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