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Oct 2018
This time,
it just feels better.
A friendship built
from trying to gather notes,
instead of shirt buttons.
And sliding into chairs
next to other another
instead of sliding hands
down jeans.
This time feels better,
because this time is healthy.
And real.
Written by
Mya  26/F/Wherever Souls Wander
(26/F/Wherever Souls Wander)   
118
     Fawn, --- and Mandalina
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