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Jan 2020
I don’t know much.
Maybe nothing at all.
But I know I love him.
He is this warm, October light
that makes me feel good
and without him things just don’t
seem to go right.
I don’t know what’s going to happen
to me in a week, let alone a year;
but I hope he’s there
because that means things will be okay.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  28/F/Ohio
(28/F/Ohio)   
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