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Apr 2020
You are starting to share my air,
Although it’s just so small,
There’s something in there,
And I’ll let you know,
When my bones are bare.

If you’re not messing with me,
I’d like to get to know you,
And whatever’s behind your eyelids,
And just maybe I’ll give you a kiss,
Before I make my way home.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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