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Apr 11
We are thousands of strides apart,
so then tell me
how I can feel you hugging me from behind while I shop at rest stops,
your chin barely resting on my shoulder.
We are separated by a dozen states,
yet
I can still hear your laughter swimming through my ears every time I make a joke only we would understand.
Half a country divides us,
but, even now,
I still hear your gasps when my hands wander across the hills and valleys of your frame.
Lucas Hilliard
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Lucas Hilliard  14/Transgender Male/Wisconsin
(14/Transgender Male/Wisconsin)   
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