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Aug 2016
the window is clear and open

the fog from my overused, hyperventilating lungs is absent

the rain from my eyes no longer marks my architecture

i see a change i think i had a part in---
doesn't matter
it happened

older i grow, my mind moves slower
----away from emotions

i'm greeted in new ways
a new phase?
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Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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