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Sep 2018
I’ve been alone for quite sometime, why do I keep running back to you in my mind? I feel your touch upon my spine, your fingers interlock with mine. Why oh why am I imprisoned in this time, when loving you was my only crime?
William Murray
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William Murray  24/M/washington
(24/M/washington)   
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