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by dokurtybitz

I want to feel her next to me
Not a poorly shaped,
Filled cotton substitute
A reason
To get in bed
That helps my health,
Not sitting up
Staring into space
Thinking about
Nothing.
3,144,800 instants
Until I slake
That desire

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