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Sep 2018
He reeked of alcohol.
He swayed as he walked,
His words slurred.

Browns, blues, purples
The colors of his rings against my skin.

Green, grey, yellow
The colors of puke on the ground.
I didn’t know if it was mine or his.

White, red, black
The colors of blissful unconsciousness.
Beaux
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Beaux  21/Trans Male/Beyond the stars
(21/Trans Male/Beyond the stars)   
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