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Mar 2019
I have few places
where I feel safe.

My car, passing through city stoplights
long after everyone has gone to bed.

A small shoe store with a big history,
when it's slow and the boss isn't there to kick me out.

My phone, when I have time
to **** around and pull up Internet memes.

And the thought
of a Someday
with you.
Written by
Sairs Quinn  24/F/Alaska
(24/F/Alaska)   
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