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Dec 2016
My eyes are closed. Time creases between my fingertips.
Do not come looking for me.

I don't want to be found.
I don't want to exist,
not now.

When I am finished,
when the stars return to my eyes,
when I call your name, breathless with the effort of disappearing,
then you may come.

You may hold me.
L
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L  28/Non-binary
(28/Non-binary)   
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   --- and Doug Potter
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