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Feb 2019
In the middle of the pale blue light,
I close my eyes and see, in black and white,
pictures of us laughing in the night
when we were young at heart.

Music stutters from my stereo.
Voices crawling through the small window
telling me I better say hello
before we drift apart.
Tyler Matthew
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Tyler Matthew  27/M/U.S.
(27/M/U.S.)   
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