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wren cole
Poems
Jul 2016
tell me straight or don't say anything
there's a sour taste in my mouth as i read
i bite my cheek hard, flood it with iron
i'm used to the way blood tastes
i shut off to the uncertainty
none of this really matters
you do not think of me
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wren cole
26/Non-binary/NC
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