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Jan 2021
We met
when the cold just began
to talk -
Our Conversations being carried
by the ghosts that sprang from
our words -
You left an imprint,
something,
I'm afraid,
that will never seem to part -
I called you beautiful
and you never called me back;
and so now as I breathe
my lonely words,
No one's there to watch
my conversation carry away
with the ghosts
but like, why do first dates actually ****
Andrew
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Andrew
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   ghost queen and Bogdan Dragos
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