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Aug 2013
Everything just disappears.
The walls are not there.
the shower heads are not there.
the people are not there.
Just us.

But there is one thing that does stay.
Its him.
His eyes.
His scent.
His face.
His name.

You see while I fill the void inside me
I think of him.
While I indulged on a feast that satisfied my lust
I think of him.
His name.
His face.
His scent.
His eyes.

I stopped not because the food wasn't good
But because him in my mind was becoming to great.
making me realize that I wasn't eating with him but with another.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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   Emily Tyler
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