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Jan 3
It's a weird kind of lonely I'm feeling.
Like I'm hugged by a dark emptiness, not your arms.
A poem every day
Your Local Grocery Store
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Your Local Grocery Store  Non-binary/Aisle 13/He, Him
(Non-binary/Aisle 13/He, Him)   
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