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Nov 2018
i was built for gentle
summer afternoons
where the trees
reflect in my eyes
and the sun can only
hope to be as bright
as your smile.

these grueling lonely
nights are foreign to
me like the faces you
see every day but dont
know the names of.
i wasnt made for this.
12/1/16
Written by
malcolm  21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN
(21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN)   
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