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Mar 2020
Did you know I loved you
when you left, last fall?
I didn't tell you
but, I thought you saw.
Now, you're not that far
still you never call.

I'm happy now
well, I want to be.

Sometimes, I wonder
do you think of me?
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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