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May 2016
When he speaks, the rain falls
When he looks, he sees me
When he kisses, it feels like a bird on the wing.

When he hears, he listens closely
When he touches, it's fire and ice
When he walks, his feet are steady and sure.

When I see him, I'll find him
When I feel his hand grasp my own
When I feel his shoulder pressed to mine;

When I dream, he'll follow me
When he sleeps, I'll watch over him
When I kiss him, I won't let him go easily.

When his heart beats, I'll feel it
When he loves me, I'll know it
When he's silent, he's thinking of me.

When he's strong, he'll carry me
When I'm weak, he'll tolerate me
When the world hates us, let them hate us.

When I hear his voice, I'll respond
When he's sad, he'll be close to me
When we're together, we'll be happy.
This is a description of my ideal man: I haven't mentioned appearance because it doesn't matter that much (especially if he's trans), if I like him then I like him <3
Adrian Newman
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Adrian Newman  24/Non-binary/Australia
(24/Non-binary/Australia)   
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