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Nov 2020
Transient
Rough love, soft love.
Choke me a bit, are you okay with that?
I guess it's what I'm used to.

Warm skin, heavy blankets.
I pray we don't end up like our parents.
passion is fleeting
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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