i stand in between you and television physically naked emotionally naked candidly in love vulnerable and waiting expecting some spark of desire that used to catch flame by just looking at the silhouette of my frame but all i see is your head reaching around me fingers crossed that some team who youve never watched prior to post season fucking wins fuck that
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Birth sign: Virgo
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