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Jul 2020
If I love you
from afar,
I'll love you just right.
I can't touch you,
you're a light and
I will wither
beneath you.
I'm a museum;
You'll wonder around
and I might impress you,
but you'll always get bored.
Because I'm not
the real deal,
I'm just a collection
of the past.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
126
   Gideon and Anurag
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