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When I dream I can taste her running down my face warm in afterthoughts full of joy tinged with fear that I'll never get enough or be enough but I cannot stop wanting her warm in afterthoughts running down my face when I dream.

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drumhound

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drumhound

American

Published

Jun 13, 2017

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