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Apr 2015
Stuck in this same old town
ghosts gather round
spooky memories of who I was
terrific ideas of who ill become
fire in my mind
like the fire in your eyes
I could taste it on your tongue
I could taste the lies
were further from anything
than weve ever been
but closer to each other
than wed ever planned
Written by
Miki  25/Genderqueer/USA
(25/Genderqueer/USA)   
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