late nights
red and blue lights
nothing more than asking us to leave
so where do we go?
anywhere but home
just us was enough.
- my fondest memory with a stranger
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broken hearts, shattered souls
PoesíaPoems that go through the stories of how it feels to be lgbtq+
the park
late nights
red and blue lights
nothing more than asking us to leave
so where do we go?
anywhere but home
just us was enough.
- my fondest memory with a stranger
