Jan 2020
Last night.
It was as if we were strangers
Passing each other
On the street,
Instead of almost twenty years
Of history.
But it didn’t hurt.
It felt...
Okay.
It was as if we were strangers
Passing each other
On the street,
Instead of almost twenty years
Of history.
But it didn’t hurt.
It felt...
Okay.
(22/F/USA)
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