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Jun 2015
I want to wake up with her in my arms,
And her hair in my face.
I want to run my hands over her body
To wake her.
To assure myself that she exists.
And to feel like a God,
Because she chose me too.
William Eberlein
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William Eberlein  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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