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Oct 2021
we laid in my bed until the early hours of the morning,
tracing the constellations of our love on to my ceiling.
but now i sit, staring endlessly at a ceiling full of constellations,
and no one to trace them with.
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
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