Eighteen. Queer. Taken.
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i never understood
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and i realized
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
but instead
you chose to kiss
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really nothing nicer than someone saying “saw this and thought of you”
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