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2017-12-22
"sometimes your voice is not enough"


What I did to myself. The night is old and grey.

My face underwater. The taste of moonlight.

The touch of her skirt. The taste of her thigh.

I knew a long time ago. I don't belong here.

I stopped caring. Car crash in Christmas lights.



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