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I’ve been buried now for months,
enveloped in a pink fog, the likes of which I’ve never felt before.
It wraps it’s arms around me, holding me, caressing me, whispering to me it’s desires.
Breathing it in I hold my breath, becoming drunk on it’s power over me.
I want this, I want to lose myself to this, to find myself in this pink fog, as I’ve never see more clearly.
The fog revealing who I truly am, what I truly am.
A women in a man’s body.
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