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Feb 10
He made you touch all those weird pictures with your moist fingers
I smirked weirdly at someone questioning my behavior
I trusted he knew what he was doing
I smirked blankly on top of a mountain
Thought of directionality, fatigued
I watched myself shift, satisfactorily, into something updated
Something I liked more
Being updated
I like it more
And hate everything else more, as a trade-off
We temporarily increased each other's sense of feckless rage
And drunkenly swifted into the sleeping clerk's cage
chris
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chris  25/Non-binary
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