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Mar 2017
Here I lay my cheek against the concrete,
Warm water lapping at my waist as
Cool rain ****** against my face, neck,
And gentle winds periodically hug my shoulders
A/C rumbles on inside, outside
only cars passing by
Alexandria Hope
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Alexandria Hope  25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland
(25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland)   
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