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Jan 2021
her tapes wouldn't play
but nonetheless
       i love her
of time, when our souls
touched at that sinclair
gas station
       blue airhead
       cheeto socks
and while i daydream
she pays close observance
to me and my taste
and blows balloons
tapes green, orange streamers
to the ceiling
while i, distracted
           **** on strawberries

i am 22 today
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f  21/M/boulder, co
(21/M/boulder, co)   
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