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Jul 2015
When did I start drinking to **** the day
instead of to start up the night?
When did her smile
start to mean more to me than my own?
When did I start to listen to music
by hearing the spaces between the sound?
When did her smile revive my senses
and manage to lift me from the ground?
c
Edward Coles
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Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
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