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Feb 2017
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I keep letting people in
in hopes that they will stay
and fill my empty bookshelves
and burn firewood with me
but instead they take
I keep handing them the key
I would rather be cold than lonely
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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