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Nov 2018
my skin is candle wax
I burn my being in search of a purpose
my thoughts melt and liquify
feelings simmering until I'm a puddle person
I scrape away my entity in search of a core
charred flesh beneath my fingernails
addicted to the sting I'm the lighters *****
scoop myself empty and present my entrails
Red
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Red  Genderqueer/australia
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