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Jul 2018
all those times
the tips of my fingers
fidget softly
in the second that my tongue reaches
for the request
please
don't call me by her name.

All those little moments
my eyelashes fluttered
in surprise
at the demise
of your name,
mine

a ghost's name
one I didn't choose
and, yearn to lose
Robin MacCuish
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Robin MacCuish  19/Non-binary
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