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Dec 2019
A warmth named security wraps over me.
   Don’t let me overheat, I’m sensitive, ya know!
It hugs me close, my heart skips a beat.
    It whispers sweet nothings, promises meant to be broken, lies upon lies, filling me with false hope.
          And yet, deep down, I know it’s right.
just a poem after almost a year of no writing i guess
TJ
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TJ  18/FTM/Clovis, NM
(18/FTM/Clovis, NM)   
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     Max Neumann and shamamama
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