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Mar 2017
i raised my eye at that quip you made
juvenile and mirth
i raised my hand to brush the dust from the
tip of your nose, making you presentable
like grown men are
i raised my head and poured out from my ear into your mouth
nourishing the unblemished reaches of your being

i fed and raised you to be the man i needed you to be
but little did i know
i was raising you for someone else
Omi
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Omi  29/Gender Variant/Las Vegas
(29/Gender Variant/Las Vegas)   
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