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Feb 2014
He's scratching his head,
and all I can think about is feeling
his nails raking through my own hair.

Or his hands gliding all over my warm back.
****.
Faith
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Faith  19/Cisgender Female/MS
(19/Cisgender Female/MS)   
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   Cassie Stoddard, --- and Amelia
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