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Apr 2018
I lay in my room, thinking of all the places I want to touch you
Skin to skin, fingertips sliding over tear stained cheeks
Kisses against bruised knuckles, lips chapped, a beautiful sad boy
But you are nothing more than pixels
and I'm yet to feel your touch
Mykie
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Mykie  23/Non-binary/Australia
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