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Sep 2020
He stood naked in the doorway.
Night was dark enough to bite.

He stood alone for a moment.
Right then, his memories came to fight.

He stood with an empty bottle.
Lights out on him forever, goodnight.
Jonathan
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Jonathan  M/Oregon
(M/Oregon)   
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