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Oct 1
I’d rather stay in his navy blue sheets than move on.
I know every stain.
I know the rhythm of his breathing.
His smell calms my spirit.
He knows where I want his hands.
My sweat and his.
My hand in his.
My heart in his.
I’d rather be in his
Navy Blue sheets

But I can’t change them.
Marie
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Marie  34/F/Ohio
(34/F/Ohio)   
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