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Mar 2022
The night is a silver cage
Containing the white bones of love;

My heart bleeds for you
I wish I had been able to flesh you out;

Yet, here we are
Barely human, anymore.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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