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He's hunkered down for the night, I know this toasted do-not-disturb-me duvet-bundled shape. I won't disturb him though he snores, grunts, filches more duvet from my half of the bed. His hair's too boyishly tousled on the pillow, his familiar spine so purpose-built for lying beside, nuzzling against, sneaking my arm around in the dark.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Do Not Disturb
He's hunkered down for the night, I know this toasted do-not-disturb-me duvet-bundled shape. I won't disturb him though he snores, grunts, filches more duvet from my half of the bed. His hair's too boyishly tousled on the pillow, his familiar spine so purpose-built for lying beside, nuzzling against, sneaking my arm around in the dark.
sheila-jacob
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
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