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Oct 2017
sunlight steams through a sliver where my curtains don’t quite cover the window; illuminates the top corner of a dresser that may or may not be haunted.

i miss you in inconceivable fashion, wearing the sweater you last held me in. the nights are long but the stars aren’t any brighter.
finn
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finn  26/FTM/CT
(26/FTM/CT)   
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   Lior Gavra
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