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Jun 2024
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I could choose the music,
but a stranger wanted more.

I lost my thoughts in melodies,
and I left my body stored
in the sunlit parking lot
with a man's lustful stare.

I left with him the music,
And kept what's mine to share.
CW: dissociation, ****** pressure
Written by
jocelynn  22/Trans
(22/Trans)   
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