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Sep 2014
You beg
For his body
Against yours like his
Is pressed upon mine every
Day into the night, dirtily polite?"

No, but I stop and think
About the chances I had
With him all alone
That I've wasted
Dreaming of
I think I'm going mad
Written by
Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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