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Jan 30
i can smell the beginning of time
i feast on its flavor and in my belly
there's a suicidal undercurrent
this is love-hunger gnawing at a touch
at flickers of touch
i'm feeling my age
winter
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winter  22/Non-binary
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       Sammy, Angharad, Blake Farley, Rick, Immortality and 2 others
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