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Sep 2017
Its common practice to deaden the vibration.
Even though its what were all looking for anyway.
Stumbling an wrestling in the dark.
Plastic rain coats are 99.9% safe, but what would life be like if you never felt the rain?
Not being overly confident when I say they call me quick draw.
Not only because I'm a Texas boy.
Just know I'm aware of the dangers.
Flesh is addictive.
Thankfully I’ve been through withdrawals before.
When your sensitivity is heighten; there I am to take you to another level.
While providing another safe yet rough landing.
You walked the Earth every day unknowingly searching for the key to your vibrational lock.
Now here we are; eye contact is important.
Show me that signature smile.
The ****** of the moment is embedded into your subconscious forever.
I sent you on your way, restlessly longing to revive the feeling.
There you are, home alone without my unique stimulation; what are you reaching for?
Glass or plastic?
Intensity levels are through the roof of your bedroom.
Enjoy yourself, I know you miss me.
Just know together our pitch resonates endlessly.
Well if only you knew.

-Em Har
Em Ray Har
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Em Ray Har  24/M/Brooklyn, New York
(24/M/Brooklyn, New York)   
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