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Mar 2020
My palms are still skinned from that time
I fell in love with you,
And my lungs still tell me sometimes,
They cannot breathe air that wasn’t once yours,
And my chest still echoes with sobs from the piece of your heart
I know you left sitting in my chest,
It’s carved across my bones, across my skin, in my eyes,
I miss you.
Rat
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Rat  24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon
(24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon)   
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