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Mar 2021
now days whiskey has seemed to be my holy water.
leaving my lips slurred across your body.
my fingers trailing every self inflicted etch in your pillow skin.
my need for you coursing through my veins and digging into my bones.
my body longs for you, needs you.
i want to breath against your skin, feeling the goosebumps arise on your back.
i need you.
this is a draft and ***
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
(18/Trans/my bed)   
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       Autumn, ---, Imran Islam and ---
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