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May 2021
I look at you as you look in the distance
I take you in as you sing nothings and somethings
tapping fingernails on your water bottle

I look at you
spotting the things I got and what I ain't
only things I can perceive

you remind me of what my inner voice
would sound like
isn't that right?
'Melia
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'Melia  24/Genderqueer
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