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Aug 2019
old enough to repaint
young enough to sell
a bolt runs down my spine
every time I remember
that you don't actually know a thing
as much as I wanted you to
I am inevitably alone
nothing will ever change that
time cannot change that
regardless of my youth
winter
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winter  21/Non-binary
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     winter, Colm and Bogdan Dragos
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