Poetry
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Grindr Poem
Dominic Wong
He sits patiently in my bed. An arm's length. There is a gap that
I dare not to close. There are sights I dare not to see.
We listen to music I dare not to interpret. Yet
Somewhere within me want him to know that
He is no longer just bruises in my throat. Now he
breathes through me like a harmonica.
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