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Kyra Jun 2019
even the sun misses you
Kyra Jun 2019
we are not shaped like apples or pears
we are not rotten or ripe
we are not fruits to be eaten
forbidden or otherwise

we are not yours
Kyra Jun 2019
their whispers
are like
spells
Kyra May 2019
I want to burn beautiful words into my skin
poison my bloodstream with soliloquies
carve chapters into my bones
Kyra May 2019
rain rain
wash away
all the hate I said today
Kyra May 2019
Sometimes I wonder
if the ghost in my head
is you
Kyra May 2019
It's hard
having to explain
at your family's dinner table
why "that's gay" jokes
hurt your feelings.

It's even harder
when your brother says
he doesn't care,
and your mother shushes you
because your grandma's there.
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