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Jul 2016
your days are for the past
for childhood memories
of adventures by moonlight
the way your eyes sparkled
under our streetlight

those days are for longing
for wishing that you had stayed
that maybe things would be-
but that's just wishful thinking
those days aren't today
i need to stop living in the past
Birdcaller
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Birdcaller  25/Genderqueer/Finding Home
(25/Genderqueer/Finding Home)   
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