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Jun 17
Us
With no clothes on
In the daylight
You were holding both my hands
Chest to chest
My legs around you
We made eye contact
As I moaned your name
You leaned in
And kissed my forehead


And it meant nothing to you
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
(25/F/Colorado)   
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     Jeremy Betts and Man
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