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Aug 2016
Sick child in his bed, an inch away from falling.
He only knows his breath is contaminated.
The poor thing never figured out trigonometry or hope.

It takes a while for us to see light --
our pupils have to expand first.
A figure is beached upon the shore.

I looked up one day and my spirit fell.
effie ebbtide
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effie ebbtide  19/Transfeminine/?
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   Dana Colgan
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