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Mar 2020
You were soft
Soft to the touch
Smooth like glass
But warm
Like the heat
Of a bathroom
After a shower
You were sweet
Like crisp white wine
Your bubbles
Rushed to my head
I forget
Like I forgot last time
Brittle bones
Are always buried
Under soft dirt
Oh so soft
Michael Stefan
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Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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