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I want to hold your hand And fill in your worry lines with Permanent marker, make Your bed just how you like it And ruin it right after I want to lay on your chest, Talk in between laughter, Laugh in between *** Reorganize your desk and Mess it up again with little Sticky notes that let You know That I love you so much I wanna make you lunch But not because you can’t Make it on your own, I want to spend my free Time Making my heart into your home
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
Charlie, 2
I want to hold your hand And fill in your worry lines with Permanent marker, make Your bed just how you like it And ruin it right after I want to lay on your chest, Talk in between laughter, Laugh in between *** Reorganize your desk and Mess it up again with little Sticky notes that let You know That I love you so much I wanna make you lunch But not because you can’t Make it on your own, I want to spend my free Time Making my heart into your home
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22/Gender Nonconforming
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
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