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Sep 2015
Her body
I never noticed
until I realized
how much I desired
to brush my knuckle
against the curve
of her side
As my tongue
formed her name
and my fingers
comb through silken hair
I try to find a word
Maybe crush
her gaze makes me feel
like there is a
boulder on my chest
Maybe desire
I stare at her lips
and my hand finds its way
to hers
Maybe love
though I am not sure
how that truly feels
but I hope
that this was it
Grey
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Grey  22/Genderqueer
(22/Genderqueer)   
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   Aazzy and Kyle
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