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Dec 2015
the smoke drifts out of a soul losing his meaning
trying to drown his pain in tobacco and *****

lying in bed next to an unfamiliar face
she's lost herself to the crush of desire and shame

staring out the window with empty eyes
the child wishes for a someone, anyone to rescue him

and last, a small white cat, sitting on the couch
watching it all fall apart,* **day by day by day
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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