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Sep 2015
It's Morning
The suns out
the fall seasons weather is making itself known.
I've missed this,
Feeling happy
Feeling like the season is mine.
Summer and winter
I get really depressed.
Spring and fall,
The verb seasons
I can do anything
That's why I'm leaving now.
Denxai Mcmillon
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Denxai Mcmillon  27/Non-binary/Frederick
(27/Non-binary/Frederick)   
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   Cecil Miller
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