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Jul 2021
Sunlight trickles through the blinds
And I am enveloped
In his scent
In his touch
In his sound
And I am content
To lay here
For the rest of my life
With sunlight
Trickling into the darkness
And his hand
holding mine
just call me caits
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     just call me caits, --- and guy scutellaro
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