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Jan 2020
Everything is lame,
And everything is boring.
I miss every lazy morning.
I asked you for flowers,
And got 45 minute showers,
Late replies,
And "my phone died".
I asked you for your love,
And was met with a shrug.
I can't sleep,
And I can't eat.
Where's my tree?
I miss your shade.
Deen
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Deen  32/Genderqueer/NYC
(32/Genderqueer/NYC)   
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