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Sep 2017
i am an opal
a rainbow of clouded beauty
a statement of character
uniqueness
not to be tied in a knot
don’t call me princess
don’t cut me into your favorite shape
leave my edges rough
blow away the carbon dust
leave our fingers bare
you want me pure, crystal clear
honey, my dresses are all black
like these silk sheets i lay on
so come play
with my brilliance
or have karats for breakfast every day
and when you look at her
all you’ll see is me
shimmering in your dreams
Written by
Monica  26/Genderqueer/Oakland
(26/Genderqueer/Oakland)   
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     Lior Gavra and Dom Nocturne
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