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May 2017
It's like, at night
The scent of plaid and wet dog
Is all I don't want in my nose.
You're vanished in Bellingham,
While I play keep away
With fragile stability.
What's your deal?
Across a state at least,
You still sink your pitons into me.
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Zero Nine
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Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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