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1st Christmas Alone in what? Four years?

I feel like Cruella DeVille, Smoking a capri In brand new clothes Because Christmas Just happened Why did, when I opened All of the gifts from Family & friends, Did I long for a person To step out of a box And wrap their arms Around me? To take them back To my apartment So we could sit on The mattress on the floor Smoking my little DeVille cigarettes And drinking a, Previously unopened, Bottle of bourbon In my now, Newly gifted Star Wars mugs
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orbitalmucus
27 / Trans Male / American
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Dec 24, 2012
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Wow, this isn't easy.

© Amara Pendergraft 2012

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