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May 2013
Hungry,        wolves roaming the streets.
            
Broken,         abandoned taken into captivation.
     *Hurt
,          fear of the unseen unheard.

Soon to be of the infinitely kindred.

            I,          lonely to be as a lighthouse.
Alone,          a person who has no one.

A butterfly without wings;
A beautiful withered soul*.
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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