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Jan 2018
press my lips to the ground
cold hard earth against my flesh
ground me to this world
unholy unblessed

I was waiting for a guide to take my hand
I've been trying to get this right
dying every time i pass a mirror
longing for to disappear into some night
lux
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lux  18/Transmasculine/hell
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