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Jun 2023
I think about you when I touch myself
I remember the way you touched my heart
the way your hair felt in my hands
the way you kissed my cheek
and the way you flirted with me
I wish I wasn't so sensitive
and I could just forget you.
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M  28/F/USA
(28/F/USA)   
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