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Mar 2022
there is no us.
it is me to you-
and vice virsa.
more of a gift
ive given
when it not for i too;
yet scorn
met me at
the door,
and then i realized
what you're buying into.
who elses mouth's do i inhabit?
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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