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Apr 2018
what my ancestors gave me

(the curves of my body
the curls in my hair
the swell of my *******
the wetness between my legs)

was not meant to be colonized.
stop them from eating me alive
Tsunami
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Tsunami  22/Androgynous/Canada
(22/Androgynous/Canada)   
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