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Rising above, tall and proud, my morning wood.

Day after day we do what we do waiting for things to change. Our generation wants change but the older generations won’t let go.

I could slide in, feel you, hold you as I grow inside you. Feel you and kiss you everywhere. We could fall in love and live life together.

I want to do more but I want someone to do more with.

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