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Aug 2019
late afternoon sunlight
painting the buildings across the street,
the city's constant hum,
second avenue's never-ending rush,
taxis,
trucks,
buses,
cyclists coming and going,
faceless people who love each other walking by,
people who love me
telling me what's right,
the sounds of their voices,
your voice
in my head:

it means nothing to me.
i mean nothing to you.
declan morrow
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declan morrow  21/Gender Fluid/Brooklyn
(21/Gender Fluid/Brooklyn)   
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