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Aug 2019
i felt you
gently
stroking
my arm
although my skin was cold.

in the
bliss of
our carelessness
we could feel
ourselves growing old.
declan morrow
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declan morrow  21/Gender Fluid/Brooklyn
(21/Gender Fluid/Brooklyn)   
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