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Jul 2018
I held my
tongue
so long
that it has
withered
like a
dying vine
within my
throat
and I can
only rasp
of things
I wished
to say.
Written by
Starlight  19/Transmasculine/Australia
(19/Transmasculine/Australia)   
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