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Jul 2017
I hope no one saw me stuffing my fingers into my tshirt to smell my own armpit on the 14:16 train ride home
I mean. This is just a note taken from my phone but I can pass it off as a poem, right?

July 2017
Written by
fairyenby  19/Genderqueer/Sheffield
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