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Dec 2018
Slow caress on the cheek
Careful admiration of the face
Tender embrace of the body
Kind, compassionate eyes
A calm, empathetic voice
One slight head tilt for me
Acknowledgement of my state
Recognition that I am ill

You have needs, Jawn...
Needs that are not met.
Keep thinking of me.
Think of my love.

You will heal soon.
Soon, you will be okay...
I didn't come this far to lose, Lydia. I need you.
Deadwood Jawn
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Deadwood Jawn  22/M/The Unconscious
(22/M/The Unconscious)   
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