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Dec 2017
My heart lurches.
I feel the jitters coming on.
Can you taste the acerbic air?

It's so cold.
Your eyes are frozen.
Locked beneath the hull of your anger.

Hit me.
Don't flinch.
The words cut almost as deep as my unkept fingernails.

Apathy rings loudly.
Empathy has yet to resurface.
I choke.

It's over.
Jitters have passed.
The footsteps fade.
Almost there.
Triscuit
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Triscuit  24/Transmasculine/Michigan
(24/Transmasculine/Michigan)   
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     Glassmuncher, eileen and Triscuit
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