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[lightiswhite]

A building faded to quiet long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem in a room where too much has happened for you to bear where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed. i feel like running toward a new kind of love my life has never allowed. because life is short and I too am thirsty. The beaches in New York are warm, with

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[go_askalice]

fuck. this is moving.