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Apr 2017
I'd hold your hand...
But your palms are sweaty
I'd kiss you...
But your breath is rancid
I'd wrap my arms around you...
But you smell like trash
I love you...
But don't touch me...
Ew.
Aimee Heeringa
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Aimee Heeringa  27/Gender Nonconforming/Vars, ON
(27/Gender Nonconforming/Vars, ON)   
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