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Apr 2016
"i'm okay."
she stumbled.
Twitchy eyes never resting.
Slender fingers not made for caressing.
But no hesitation
with a grin
not quite true
she looked up and spoke.
"How're you?"
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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