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May 2022
Stealing a yacht just to ram it in to the horizon
along with a muse fatally misplaced in whatever I can grasp with my two hands.

Finding the first blood red bloom of a rose bud
or the gentle sweetness in my last drag -
I would gladly die to live forever

Like all the love climbing the walls of our plastic zoos
in the search of the self
DogKeep
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DogKeep  23/Non-binary/UK
(23/Non-binary/UK)   
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   j a connor
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