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Nov 2017
is that all that we amount to?

hoardes of people thrashing
against stubbornly-still water
treading water as we await
our final moments

is that all that we can be?

when the world is so vast
reaching to us with its arms
far-stretched beyond the horizon
beckoning us to life
( catch me writing poetry in a dark bathroom at 9 on a thursday )
Birdcaller
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Birdcaller  25/Genderqueer/Finding Home
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