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Nov 2013
Awkward stances in a makeshift kitchen,
Barely big enough for the two of us.

I stared at your eyes. You were real,
We were there. I almost kissed you.


Later, I was rubbing you. You asked,
As per usual. I loved it. You are a strong woman, but,

You were sore.

Had he not been, Had they not been,
I would have kissed you.


Like never before.
Monday, Tuesday, Happy days...
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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