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Nov 2015
I'm tired. So ill at ease.
Please say it please.
It's just what I need.
But I can't come begging.
It'll stay a secret, quietly pending.
My mind does all the bending.
I'm beginning to believe it's going to finally break.
I'm damming up the tears that wants a big break.
Maybe they'll come out over some tea and coffee cake.
Tears keep trying to slip out Dx
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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