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Sep 2016
Mother doesn’t know I wear boy clothes on Sunday
doesn’t see me smile anymore, only bow my head
in Shame and Diligence
a coal brand where my Adams apple should be,
isn’t there, but her hands are
choking me
I quake in her symmetry
I am odd ball creature.

Separation anxiety and harpoon sling kisses,
a love like a boxing club.
Muted Honey (x) will probably refer to the drafts which explore my gender identity hm
Written by
Alec Verse
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