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Feb 2021
where have i gone?

i wasn't here yesterday
or at least not the same me
i've been exchanging
glances for limerence and
*** for pleasure and
dreams for the hollow
vacuous entombment that is
what we become -

i'd never been that close
to anything before

did i tell you i loved you enough?
big sleeper
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big sleeper  34/M/everywhere
(34/M/everywhere)   
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   Imran Islam
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