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Jun 2019
I taste attachment like an entree
Savor touch like a drink
Feeling stuck in these feelings
Despite my landlock I sink.

I get lost in the hair
I get lost in the jokes
I get lost in the idea
I get lost and I choke
I yearn for potential
I bend towards care
I want to hold someone
But nobody's there
Desert Red
Ayeglasses
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Ayeglasses  Seattle Born/São Paulo
(Seattle Born/São Paulo)   
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