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Oct 2014
Have you ever missed the way someones skin feels?
The soft, effortless, lotion-less, texture that smells good even when he stinks.
The way his chest feels as you listen to the sound of his heart as his breast bone rises and falls as he sleeps.
So I lay in bed at night, wondering if hes drifting, longing for the skin that holds me.
critics? criticisms?
tash vaux
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tash vaux  new york
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     unknown and Haydn Swan
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