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Oct 2018
This divine thing claws at my skin
Flesh becomes only a cage
Burn me free from within
Let me erupt with rage
This ****** reflex of my soul
Jumping through my veins with naught control
Free me from solid flesh
Unbirth me from this momentary hell
The act of staying still
Yet moving at speeds beyond comprehension within
Rip my pulsing heart from thine bone prison
Reap what has been sown apart
The soul of the dying heart
King
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King  17/Transgender Male
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