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Mar 2016
Through text
We talk as confident playmates
Through voices
We talk as awkward soul mates

I lost an hour in your arms
But only the second hand moved
The restraint was unbearable
With the sight of beautiful you

But it was the best I'd felt in years
Justin Douglas Banks
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Justin Douglas Banks  26/M/Montana
(26/M/Montana)   
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