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Feb 2015
he was nostalgia
                                                       ­      like tarnished silver
                                                          ­                    and black cherry-stained lips;
found comfort
in bottles of gin
to wipe away
the icy bitter resentment
entrenched beneath his skin
do you miss me at all?
qi
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qi  22/Non-binary
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