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May 2023
******* you feels like desperation,
gasping for breath, pleading for skin, gripping like you might slip through my fingers
and breaking only to go down for you again.
You’re so hot on my neck,  
on my mouth,
around my hand
all this want, all your need
while your friends sit in the other room
and talk about how you’re better off without me.
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Dormitory Corner
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