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Life is gay


"Ting" You called my name and held my hand at the darkest hours of the night. I like the way you speak, the way you sound. I love to figure and understand what you are trying to say, why are you saying it and even what you are not saying. I snuggled closer to you. My nose could pick up the smell of your colonge. I took a deep breath. I didn't make a sound but you knew I was listening to you closely. Listening to every word you were speaking.

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