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Feb 2015
Pay attention to me.
I'm burning out
briskly.
Run your fingers through my hair
and pretend for once
that you have no care.
Tell me lies
and deceive me before
either of us tries.
Love is a series of games
that no one likes so
we watch it as it goes up into flames.
Remus
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Remus  23/Trans Male
(23/Trans Male)   
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