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Feb 27
My gift to you, our memories that bring pain.

For in him. . .
    You will see me. . .

For in him. . .
    You will see us. . .

For in him. . .
     You will smell morning cups of coffee. . .

For in him. . .
     You will see our passion filled nights. . .

For in him. . .
      You will smell the odor of my skin. . .

Even after years have passed, it will be subtle.
       For in him, you will always see me.
          no happy ending, no escape.
             - you will always see me
                   even subtly , part of you is mine. . .
An angry betrayed poet named Nan.
NAN
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NAN  28/M
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       Bogdan Dragos and A Dead Poet
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