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Nov 2018
winter
i do not like who i am when
winter calls; it chaps my
lips and rubs my cheeks
raw, subjects me to grey
days and long nights.
12/15/16
Written by
malcolm  21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN
(21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN)   
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