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Jan 2017
Looking directly at the sun
Eyes shine, glass orbs
Suns themselves
Fire in the brain
Continuously gazing
Mind absent, as the
Slow torture of
“Hell I see”
No blink…
Eyeballs dry,
Red, blistering
Face scorched.
Collapse
Body falls to the ground, eyes smoking, charred
Black
Damage unquestionable.
Aaron Bee
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Aaron Bee  22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico
(22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico)   
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