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Sep 2020
Fit
Did you want me to fall flat on my face?

I know why you look at me wearily

You want to know where the catch is



I saw you watching me and that little smirk

I know awkwardness is a defense

And it’s not hot in here, that’s just us



Pay attention and you don’t need directions

Those weak knees ain’t from the hiking

Prepping for the night is obsolete, dear



It’s a beautiful thing when it all aligns

When someone fits your contours just right

And now my bed feels too **** big
LaFayette
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LaFayette  39/M/Virginia
(39/M/Virginia)   
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