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Nov 2020
i can hear you,
sense you,
touch you.
youre locked away in the back of my mind, itching.
clawing.
poking.
looking for a way out.
youre a creature.
and by association,
you make me a creature.
a creature of habit.
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
(18/Trans/my bed)   
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