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Jun 2018
theres a
blue jay out there
with a
key
for my
lock.

will it take
my guts for
treasure?
or see the slash
in my belly as
flaw.
hamartia.

would it take
me naked?
glitch personified,
i knock three times
at the door.
its cold and i
am ready
to die in your
arms again.
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b  20/M/canada
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   kayla
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