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Jan 2019
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
Haylin
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Haylin  17/Gender Fluid/Lost in this cruel world
(17/Gender Fluid/Lost in this cruel world)   
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