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Aug 2020
I long for home.
not the place I grew up, nor the house I live in.
I don't long for an apartment, or a city.
I want to go home,
to your arms.
to your eyes.
to your voice.
let me come home.
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
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