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Jul 2018
There’s something, special
about the warmth.

Still.

That’s the difference.

And constant.
As a result of the stillness.

Sitting in bed
as my torso is half-warmed through the window
and my legs are half-frozen
from the lack thereof.

Not fully formed for
the frost mayhaps forgot, but
the ember forever remembers.
Phi Kenzie
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Phi Kenzie  25/Transfeminine/LA
(25/Transfeminine/LA)   
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