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Jun 2015
we sat in the cold
wet grass painting
the **** of my pants
the stars stared back
locked in a contest
at what point does late
turn into early?
this question resonates
too many meanings
for me to answer each one
individually
now
now
now
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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