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Jun 2024
Fingers against our cheeks
Looking off at what
I know not but I feel safe
Swaddled in body warmth
Newfound intimate constellations
Soft light traces our skin
From the skirt over my lamp
And the overcast window light
Echoed laughter with the nectar
Of the present
Written by
jocelynn  22/Trans
(22/Trans)   
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