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Oct 2019
Sometimes I walk at night alone
He follows me home
He follows me home
Sometimes he speaks in mumbles and moans
I mimic his tone
Repeating his poem
Wraps my hands and leads me to his throne
Forever we roam
Forever we roam
He tells me that one day, we'll share a soul
And now I know...
That THIS is my HOME.
SophiaAtlas
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SophiaAtlas  17/Gender Fluid/Up Your Ass
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