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starving burning moonlight screaming onto your skin you turn to me and say, is this okay? is this good enough? and i say, god. god, it's perfect. and that's all it takes: you, shining in the doorway of a broken motel room, and me in your shadow.

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buckybarnes

American

Published: Dec 27, 2015
LinesWords: 747

Tags: #gay #this #is

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