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Jan 2021
Locksmith
You brushed up against me
Your hand softly grazes mine
Our eyes locked
I lost the key by accident
Now we are in an eternal staring match
Slightly amusing bahaha
Written by
Waylays  31/M/Tenn
(31/M/Tenn)   
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