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Aug 2016
i need you to pick up my pieces
even though your hands are both cut
from trying to sort through all this mess

i've done my best for you
but i'm so tired my love
i need you now
i want to be in your arms
instead of out here
on my own
Birdcaller
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Birdcaller  25/Genderqueer/Finding Home
(25/Genderqueer/Finding Home)   
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