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Mar 2021
I'm wearing your jacket,
breathing you in,
feeling the places where your bare skin has touched,
Imagining your arms around me.

Yet as he sees me do these things,
sees that I'm obviously taken,
he still pulls me close
and wraps his arms around me.
Don't know if anyone will understand what I'm going for here.
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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