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Feb 14
I hear your voice like a ritual,
And I imagine you like a fever dream.
I love the fact that it's mutual—
When I'm with you, I feel seen.

In the night, our bodies form a knot,
And our fingers intertwined.
We both sweat as if we fought,
I call you, and you yell that you are mine.
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Lost Indeed
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Lost Indeed  26/M
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     Rick, Nemusa, Amir Murtaza and Liana
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