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Sep 2019
the gravity of two years pulls me towards you
the event horizon is your lips and we are crashing
through the point of no return

in the morning,
when you reach the singularity,
you will cease to exist,
and it will just be us.
i.b.
gracie
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gracie  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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     Carlo C Gomez and Willoughby
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