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Sep 2017
but today the breeze penetrates my clothes
straight to the bone, shivering
without your warmth
the universe knows what today is
as if it were someway to make today one of mourning
my father's birthday
and
the day I learned you never loved me
the day I mourn the love of the men I crave
the day I mourn a love they are not capable of giving me.
Logan Elizabeth
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Logan Elizabeth  19/F/tennessee
(19/F/tennessee)   
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