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Jul 2013
I left my heart out on the line,
To dry after my tears
washed away the pain.

Hurry up Heart.
Dry so I can fold you
and place you neatly back in my chest.
And then take you out.
So you can be worn again
on my sleeves.
Feeling a bit love sick
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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