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Aug 2018
“Hands down
This is the best day
I can
Ever remember
Always remember
The sound of the stereo
Dim of the soft lights
Scent of her hair
That
She twirled in her fingers
and
the time on the clock”
But I’ll only remember
If I can ask
Why can’t I ask
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  22/MTF/The abyss of life
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