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Jun 2020
Is it you again?
Outside the bar,
smoking. Your hair *******.

I swear I see you
everywhere. Like
the passing phase of the moon at night.

Are you still cold?
Do you still think I was pretty?
Questions I swear I've asked, but can't remember.
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
(18/M/Chicago)   
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