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Feb 2019
over the jilted crest of my love
the wave and day break alike
to wash away the sleepy cries
and corner curses, which once my tongue
grabbed
and tasted as you poured,
an aching stream of prayer exits
me every time.

in haste, i am solemn,
in the dark i am desolate
for love.
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em  20/Non-binary/California
(20/Non-binary/California)   
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