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Jan 2022
brainless shuffle
c r a w l i n g
nerveless

fog lifts.

tingling fingers
gut drop (you have one of those now)

look up,
knife to chest
the seasons passed without you.


and just like that you can mourn the end of love.
too bad it took you a year
Written by
Ash Young  20/Transmasculine/England
(20/Transmasculine/England)   
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