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Jun 11
I still see you in my dreams

Often when I see you I run to you
I hug you and hold you and you smile at me


The hug felt so real
That when I woke up
I felt so empty
And cold
Written by
MuseumofMax  22/Gender Fluid
(22/Gender Fluid)   
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