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Jun 2018
It is a change of faith
maybe the loss of.
Maybe in the books
within history.

Her story may be found.
At the bottom of a well
we shall know now
what comes of her

Let her out
I know she's still there now
Let her out
Tell her "come to the breeze"

Your internal hell
Doesn't have to be faced at the bottom
of a well.

Come to the breeze

She and I, are one
We will both be okay

I know that now.

Please, let her out.
Aaron Bee
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Aaron Bee  22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico
(22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico)   
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