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Feb 2020
I'll never forget her first synth

4:00 pm

& The streetlights are on

I don't know

It makes me anxious for several non-specific reasons

I'll say,
          
                 She floats

& now when I hear this

I'll see do not cross signals waving behind car exhaust

                                                 Is this peaking?
Written by
Angle Angel  28/Non-binary/Utah
(28/Non-binary/Utah)   
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