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Nov 2017
"i'm okay"
you insist
when your hands are shaking
your body starving

"it's fine"
you repeat
with red weeping from your veins
tears staining your cheeks

if only i could see you
steady your hands and dress your wounds

but from here
all i can do is plead
old habits die hard
but these habits
might **** you instead
Birdcaller
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Birdcaller  25/Genderqueer/Finding Home
(25/Genderqueer/Finding Home)   
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   eileen
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