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Dec 2015
our hearts are so close
and our  hands are so near
but his intentions
are, oh, so unclear

i can't tell if his eyes
are searching mine
or if
its only benign

it continual torment
because i can't let go
why can't I just ask?
well, because he might say no.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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