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Even now, no matter how meandering the path may be, all my poetry stumbles back to you.
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Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 5:23 PM UTC
my muse and I dont speak anymore, but they are more a part of me than I am
Even now, no matter how meandering the path may be, all my poetry stumbles back to you.
Sometimes, I'm still in the passenger seat of your car, seeing some of my own abyss in yours.
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20/Transmasculine/England
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 5:23 PM UTC
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