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Nov 2016
9 months have passed and I still feel small
I threw away everything, photos and all
I felt empty for months, angry this fall,
but now I'd give anything to be your next call.

Your tactics were perfect, like beautiful seas
I was so eager to let you control me
Because surrendering felt like ectasy
And your grip around my neck had warming properties
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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