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May 2019
I promise that you have the voice of a flute, and always will

you made me come with you to paint (and I resented it)

you have a nimble face and a skinny body

you wash your hair every day and you smell good

I wish I could have stayed forever

(I told a lie)

I wish that we could speak again, on the phone

you missed a call, I missed a call

I love'd you, and you were "present" for me

and the TV clicked episodes of dressed nineties flooding adults trapped in codependency together (and we laughed as elderly saints at a rare ****)

I wish I wasn't drunk (I was so drunk)

love, miss me away
Sean Patrick Armstrong
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Sean Patrick Armstrong  28/M/Los Angeles
(28/M/Los Angeles)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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