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Jun 2022
our affection has an expiration date
like a gallon of milk
left in the door of my fridge

we only have so much time together

this is an objective fact neither of us can deny

so why is it that I'm trying to clutch onto every moment
convince you to stay longer

while you use it as a reason to be cautious
keep things as painless as possible

for when that
milk finally turns sour
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fluorescent  20/F/New York City
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