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Nov 2018
If I'm to be honest,
I'm starting to trust you,
And with trust comes a feeling I enjoy,
It's your companionship that I long for,
Nothing more.
But could you forgive me if I brought home a stray dog?
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of meat?

And the morning welcomes new thoughts,
While the night ushers them out the door,
Because without the sun,
I'm just me. Just a son.
Not a mask,
Not a man.
Just a son.
Hoping to meet you tomorrow.

I'll take it to the sea,
The reality of myself,
And could you please listen to me,
I need to know If you're alright,
Nothing less,
But could you forgive me if I brought home a black cat,
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of marrow?
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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