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Dec 2018
Standing, in an empty line of people.
but last in line

Standing in an empty line of people.
Silently shouting loud words
but her ears did not listen,
My request for love again declined
by the tongue's inability
to make sound.

Standing in an empty line of people.
An enemy of oneself.
with not knowledge of touch,
by the opposite being
Flawlessly ****** ,the depth, of my love,
Unseen.

Standing, in an empty line of people.
Waiting my turn.
the passerby
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the passerby  22/M
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   Fawn
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