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Sep 11
You are Tender,
I am Tasteless.
You lavishly enjoy your prime,
Wasted on your future's time.
I do naught but watch,
as life becomes present, then past,
Till hell forcibly closes the tab.

How can we rot and grow in conjunction?
Neither yes nor no
brings us out of the middle,
And Bright Grey cannot paint over our darkened monochrome.
Orpheus
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Orpheus  18/Agender/Grand Junction
(18/Agender/Grand Junction)   
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     Ben Noah Suresh, Kai, Valentine and arizona
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