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Aug 2014
I have weeks where I want to be out every day until the sky is painted charcoal with the last flares of the sun's hug
I have weeks where I want to stay inside every day because I'm barraged by human interaction and I need more air for my social lungs

But I'll never regret to answer your text
Call you when I'm in distress
Or invite you over to help me undress
To feel your lips connect with my pores
So that when you leave I'll miss you more
Than I ever did the day before
Aquinas
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Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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