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Apr 2017
You turn on the television,
through the screen a woman cries "I love him".
The braces straighten your weak wrists.
There's only cereal in the kitchen.
The painting is over two decades old.

A sunset bleeds through your eyes, a voice quiets your thoughts.

There's something pulling you in deeper;
don't let it.
L
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L  28/Non-binary
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