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Sep 2019
It's unhealthy
But you left so stealthily
In the  morning while it was pouring ounces
Remembering those days ever since
You stepped out into the rain from where my love is
Now I'm hunched over the basin trying to rinse
Your face out of my hair
Harry Gione
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Harry Gione  21/Androgynous/South Africa
(21/Androgynous/South Africa)   
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