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Oct 2020
you'd be wont
to open the coffin door
long after it's closed
you've tasted fear
or maybe love
passion is inextricable
inconceivable
the same rush
the same adrenaline
endorphins
the ache
none of it is intelligible
when your tongue is in my mouth
or my blood is on your hands
Apollo
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Apollo  28/Agender
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