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May 2018
//
yr gun does not reach me,
so u make black boxes.
not like the ones lost at sea.
//
we all can be pretty at least once,
even with dangling nerves,
even with blood dribbling down our chins
//
we live in the sunken place.
try to stay awake, but it's too easy
to fall asleep.
//
i like to think i have wings.
cuz i swear, i swear they're somewhere on my back.
but maybe they took those too.
//
if we was still alive, while the swallowed us whole,
would we fight or flight?
i heard a story about one us of, who didn't drown.
//
i could touch the sun and fly with my not-wings
to a place better than this. can i drown
too?
//

we all can be beautiful.
cuz i tried so hard
to make this place safe.
race and birds.
sadgirl
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sadgirl  14/F/nowhere - and everywhere
(14/F/nowhere - and everywhere)   
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     Rick, Glass, Emeka Mokeme, liz and Surbhi Dadhich
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