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Oct 2017
your skin
is not my skin
and it never will be

but your skin
stretched tight,
under creased jeans

and half-eaten seams
breaking to the beat
of the *****-tonk music

is enough to give me faith
there is some good
in this world,

we took our boats out
onto the shore,
beached them

in seconds after the lake
decided she didn't
agree with the politics behind

every love like ours,
you drowned
and i stayed afloat

but how will you swim
to me,
when the sky

is filled with
nothing but
planets,

when everything
is unapologetically
black?
Based on the landmark civil rights case.
sadgirl
Written by
sadgirl  14/F/nowhere - and everywhere
(14/F/nowhere - and everywhere)   
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     lib, Ryan Holden, avalon and J M
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