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Apr 5
I weirdly - no, wantonly - want to kiss you the next time

Your blue-gray eyes besiege my focus and I resign

My sight - no, soul - to your vision and spread your word

As the bearded and fattened prophet of these feelings deferred.
Bartholomew Welles
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Bartholomew Welles  29/Cisgender Male/KC, MO
(29/Cisgender Male/KC, MO)   
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