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Jun 2018
it’s summer
and i’m
waiting for you
in your locked car
parched, dry,
ready to die
alone,
waiting for you
to return,
to throw me
your bones;
i’ll never learn
if i don’t want to—
i’ll still wait for you
ragged, tail-wagged
calmly being cooked
by the yellowy sunbeams.

there’s no place
i’d rather be
True love is choosing not to exist without, even if unrequited.
Mouthpiece
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
(26/M/Liverpool, UK)   
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