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Nov 2019
Is it too much to want
a boy of confusing lines
and waters gray as his eyes?
How is it to be
touched
under a lurching sky?
With my eyes wide open
I feel ever more blind,
only sense the heat in his stride.
Is it worth my nervous wit
to awaken
a soul of furious passion?
If I hurry my sin away
are we both victims of time?
she remains anon
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she remains anon  16/F/TX
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