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he lifts my shirt over my head and the way the material billows reminds me of a white sheet being pulled off of old furniture, as if to protect it’s antiquity from the harsh effect that the world has to offer his gentle touch does not falter
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Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 8:46 AM UTC
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he lifts my shirt over my head and the way the material billows reminds me of a white sheet being pulled off of old furniture, as if to protect it’s antiquity from the harsh effect that the world has to offer his gentle touch does not falter
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Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 8:46 AM UTC
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