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Mar 2021
thinking about holding your hand as i walk,
its cold out, so
could you press your cheek against my neck
tell me not to leave just yet
tighten your arms around me
cage me in your warmth,

when did i let myself
slip so far under your skin ?
and
can i stay there
feb 1rst 2021, a cold morning walking to work
yann
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yann  24/Genderqueer/France
(24/Genderqueer/France)   
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