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Mar 15
gonna make a beeline to his door
open the **** out of instinct
put my coat down on the floor
my love for him is distinct

enter into his room and shut out the world
lay on his bed next to him
and in my arms, it’s him i hold
kiss his face, his shoulder, his limbs

run along his v-line with my finger
josef
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josef  16/M/uk
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