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Dec 2017
I met the girl of twisted eyes,
her body scavenged by the flies;
they gasp beneath her ashen skin,
they're drowning in what's never been.
The only way I know how to say goodbye.
Kyle Summer
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Kyle Summer  22/Transmasculine/Texas
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