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Nov 2019
The way you grabbed the cigarette from me

Your hand slightly curved

You put it to your mouth

You say, ‘My heart hurts but I feel empty.’

I’ll tell you that you’re a container
Written by
Angle Angel  28/Non-binary/Utah
(28/Non-binary/Utah)   
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