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Jan 2019
it was the simplest of touch
your fingers brushing against mine
that made me realize,
i'm not complete.
it ignited a fire in me
that would only feel at home
in the warmth of your soul.
i'm not feeling whole,
come touch me again, please.
autumn
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autumn  F/Michigan
(F/Michigan)   
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   Perry
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