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Aug 2020
Heartbeat
Racing pressure
Under my fingers

Good God I'm tired

Loaded
Bullets ready
It wasn't me

Drown
Down in the shadows
Deeper then our last talk

Blaming
It won't get you far
Push me away, ok

Toxic
I guess it was me
Radio silence



I miss our last talk
I wrote 2 poems about this, but the other one's overwhelming so here's this. It's calmer, I think.
Wilder
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Wilder  Genderqueer
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