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Jan 2017
I want your lips on mine,
whilst your arms are wrapped around me holding my body close to yours, as I have my arms around your shoulders
running my fingers through your hair
When our lips break apart, we both gasp for air,
but it seems when our eyes are closed and our lips are pressed against one another's,
oxygen is unnecessary and time does not exist
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milk
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milk  23/Genderqueer
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