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Sep 2015
I thought I've felt love,
but in reality the only love
I've known is the soft kisses
the bottle of alcohol has left
against my dry lips and
the sheets that hold my
tired and lonesome body at night.
The morning hangovers
remind me I'm the boy
who is destined to be
Oliver Rae Calvin
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Oliver Rae Calvin  17/FTM
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