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Jan 2016
she got her blue eyes
from a dream.
she never is, she always was,
she seldom is anywhere.

jumping out of the fryin' pan,
my girl knows where I'm coming from.
I hope her fire will last

and her raw soul will open to me
secrets & musings & reveries,
but I'll never burn out. I'll always be free.
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prompty  27/Cisgender Male/Portugal
(27/Cisgender Male/Portugal)   
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