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Nov 2017
the hands of the ghost of the future
rest their palms on my shoulders
i’m startled but i’m not surprised
because there’s nothing there
i’ve been eating nothing
i’ve been acting as if there’s something left for me
but there’s only length
i’m a
no future
ice chewer
rant about the future or sum **** i guess
valentina
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valentina  20/Transfeminine/seattle
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