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Feb 2015
i find solace
not in the way you embrace me
or how your fingers
intwine with mine
perfectly
but with how words
tumble
from my lips
and bleed
onto parchment
mottled with blue ink
but sometimes, iΒ Β wonder where you are
when i need you the most
qi
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qi  22/Non-binary
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