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Aug 2015
White crested waves cascade down
In ivory and azure
On the rugged shore
Until it is transformed
To soft velvet sands

I want to lie in the ocean
Until my edges become smooth
And the salt cleanses my wounds
That marked my face
With crystalline scars
Left by fragments of dead stars
As the glass sky shattered
And every facet refracted
An incoherent light
I lost my eyes
My life
My sight
To this beautiful thief
Who comes at night
To steal away my sanity

They writhe in blackness
Clinging to vanity
Zita Nonie Hasenkamp
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Zita Nonie Hasenkamp  18/Non-binary/Arizona, US
(18/Non-binary/Arizona, US)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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