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Nov 2017
Everything is okay
Green fills my vision
Wind threads her fingers through my hair

Talking about Friday
As she smiles at me and reaches out
I smile back before turning to the window

Everything is not okay
White flakes brush across the blades of green
He soothes my heart with a smile
Lunch time toughts
Skylar Keith
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Skylar Keith  22/Gender Fluid
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