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Nov 2018
And so was I supposed to wait for you, sweetheart?
I lay and you atop of me
in comfort; safe.
Still I miss you every time
you die a little and breathe out.
I think that’s how far someone could get attached to another
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Boi  21/M/On a chair
(21/M/On a chair)   
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