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Nov 2020
i hear you voice in strums of my guitar.
i can feel you arms wrap around my stomach and your head press into my shoulder blades.
i can sometimes feel your hands overlapping mine, trying to take control while you giggle.
sometimes i hear you whisper forgotten words into my ears.
i love to play but it brings you back.


just come home, ill play for you..
hhh trash
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
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