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Aug 2022
There's a head on my shoulder,
I'm detached from the floor,
Nothing unusual but it feels brutal,
Though I feel pretty glued,
For now, while the head's on my shoulder.

From a racing heart,
To exhaling smoke,
I'll blame it on the ****.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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