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Dec 2017
She could blow smoke rings,
and was on a first name basis
with all the local punk bands.
I was emptying my chest
to hide her away, because if
her parents came inside and saw
my face between her legs,
they might think anything other
than love, love, love.
An amalgamation of the girls I've loved and lost, as well as a testimony to dating someone who is in the closet.
Kyle Summer
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Kyle Summer  22/Transmasculine/Texas
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