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Apr 2022
call me
I keep wasing my hair,
hoping you will run your fingers through.
I shave hoping you will touch my cheeks,
I keep changing my sheets longing for you,
everyday.
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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