Man-Friend
I need to look at the glass that shatters when I break it. If you could hear my voice as I type we could laugh together at how childish I can be with all these pranks. All I want is your arm around me now. I put my head on your shoulder and the sound of the drum in your chest is one of the reasons I smile every day, my man-friend.
© Text: Orlando Barahona
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