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Aug 2019
Your lips are warm, but you are foreign.
I think if I tried, I could get maybe get comfortable again.

I want to recognize your mouth,
The shape of your teeth, your nose, your cheeks.
So I'll study your hair, as I run my fingers through it.
"Is it long enough?" - But why do I care?

Your lips are warm, but your body is foreign.
I think if I tried, I could maybe get comfortable again.
Yes, comfortable again...

So I curl up next to him.
Shay
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Shay  25/F/Tempe
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