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I met death in a parking garage Overlooking a quiet capital I met death behind fences Through creaking gates And sprinting across driveways I found death behind the wheel Him, in the seat beside me, Without moving a muscle He screams Faster Faster Faster Who am I to deny death The man I love
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Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
shaking hands with death
I met death in a parking garage Overlooking a quiet capital I met death behind fences Through creaking gates And sprinting across driveways I found death behind the wheel Him, in the seat beside me, Without moving a muscle He screams Faster Faster Faster Who am I to deny death The man I love
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16/Trans Male/NH
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
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