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Jun 2021
"be present" he said, as he traced my face with his rough hands.
i laid there naked studying his hazel eyes
as i said, "i can't help but think about my future with you."
i never was present in the presence of this man. he took my breath away and i died a million little deaths that night.
Owlycat
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Owlycat  26/BC
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   Bogdan Dragos
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