heterosexual
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a night remembered by
the whispers in the dark
and breathy sighs
shared between two
young lovers
speaking through
shaking hands
I’ve been here before Way too many times. I’ve spent countless nights in terror Letting out frantic cries. I’ve plotted my death Again, again, and again. I’m willing to give up this fight, After all, it seems to have no end To you, to him, to her
