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Oct 2018
In those freeform movements,
Your small hands,
twitch out the blueprints,
for a life well lived
on my chest
I find more of myself in your light-shy eyes,
every second,
I feel more than ever.
WA West
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WA West  M/Belgium
(M/Belgium)   
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