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Dec 2020
She glides through city blocks at noon
hair coming undone as she goes
I'm drunk from drinking her perfume
I wonder if she even knows

One thousand lovers gather in
beside her, pulling at her sleeve
but vanish when the tears begin
Not me, though, I will never leave
Tyler Matthew
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Tyler Matthew  27/M/U.S.
(27/M/U.S.)   
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