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Jul 2020
In broken glass
On the bathroom floor
I saw a reflection of a man

So lonely, so old
Shagged and sad

Lone wolf, his life in his hands
Life led alone, because
We die alone, and yet

These few moments of
Togetherness, moments of
You

A beacon of stars
Scattering stilness
Of the night
Jimi Johnson
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Jimi Johnson  24/M
(24/M)   
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   Mercedes Quammie
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