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Jan 2018
I'm trying. Like trying to grow roses on asphalt--

we go to gather

like two too similar shades of blue.

And what is it about 3am that can make a spirit shout?

And how does the sound an, "I'll always love you,"

makes as it streaks through

space turn into a forever kind of

silence?
M Blake
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M Blake  Gender Fluid/Chicago, IL
(Gender Fluid/Chicago, IL)   
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