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Sep 2021
I met death in a parking garage
Overlooking a quiet capital
I met death behind fences
Through creaking gates
And sprinting across driveways

I found death behind the wheel
Him, in the seat beside me,
Without moving a muscle
He screams
Faster
Faster
Faster


Who am I to deny death
The man I love
Aspen
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Aspen  16/Trans Male/NH
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