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Nov 2017
Said if you were free my love.
We could never be in love.
Looking at the stars above.
Whisper in the breeze my love.

We used to fit like a glove.
We thought that it was truelove.
But now you just let go of.
And sing like a mourning dove.
Chase Alexander
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Chase Alexander  22/Trans Male
(22/Trans Male)   
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