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[anxiousthot]

His room smells of his dad’s cigarettes

He speaks too much about things I don’t take much interest in

His bed sheets smell like sweat from the nightmares that haunt him

But god, when I’m laying there, my body tangled in his

The flaws he carries fade to the background

And leave room for the sins we commit in his bed

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