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Jan 2018
she's inside me
sitting in the back of my throat
i can feel her presence there
feel her beckoning me
i reach my hand out to take hers but
she's always just out of reach

all she brings is pain
i don't even know her name
but i love her anyway
Written by
cleo  21/Genderqueer/los angeles
(21/Genderqueer/los angeles)   
   Gideon, lila and sara
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