That smell of a man, it is life. There with my chin pressed in to his neck, the scent of his hair filling my nostrils. That musk of a man when he hasn’t washed his hair in days and it is thick with natural oils. I’ve always loved that natural smell, and there with my …
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You
Written on Friday, May 20th, 1994 You with the sad eyes, I can relate. You with the overbearing father, I can relate. You with the questioning stare, am I really so strange just because I look different. We may be one in the same. You with the laughing face, am I really so amusing or …
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