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May 2018
We stand here low
Spying close into the glass
But the object has nothing to show

I stand here high
Eyeing into the earth
But you’re steps haven’t touched the sky

You stand here, near
Catching you’re breath
But your heart isn’t slowing.

We stand here tall
For the times have lifted
The dirt roads crossed with sparks.

We are back.
Willow
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Willow  Non-binary/Boston.
(Non-binary/Boston.)   
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   JL Smith
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