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Dec 2020
Their breath sticks to my collarbones
My hands tucked in their hair
Sharing the same body heat
Hiding in the cold, cold sheets
We're finally at peace
Just for a few moments
I catch their love like a virus
Infecting me like a sweet disease
A poem every day
9/9/20

cuddles are nice
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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