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Jan 2018
she's inside me.
sitting in the back of my throat.
i can feel her presence there,
feel her beckoning me.
i reach my hand out to take hers but
she's always just out of reach.

all she brings is pain.
i don't even know her name.
but i love her anyway.
cleo
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cleo  25/Genderqueer/los angeles
(25/Genderqueer/los angeles)   
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