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Jan 2018
The glance when you turn your head.
Electricity forming in the sockets of my eyes.
You feel like a blanket freshly pulled from the dryer.
The static undying.
I play coy.
Nervousness never known by me.
I feel the escape in your lips.
I feel inadequate.
You never fail to please.
Soft in nature.
Baby, be kind to me.
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Triscuit
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Triscuit  24/Transmasculine/Michigan
(24/Transmasculine/Michigan)   
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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