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Jan 22
We were kids, two empty heads,
Yet full at the heart, dropping pieces of our souls,
At each other's doorsteps, awaiting a better place to meet.
Now, we're still kids, just a few years ahead,
Still young at heart, I can't let go of your leftovers,
I'm at your doorstep, awaiting my friend and maybe,
A partner.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  20/M/Idaho
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