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Nov 2018
It smelled of dew
when he held me down
and unbuckled my belt.
I saw the moon when
he pressed my chest
into the ground.
When he whispered 'please'
I didn't hear melodies.
I didn't hear anything
but breathing; silence.
I tasted absinthe.
Anything but breathing. Silence?
I didn't hear.
I didn't hear.
Melodies, when he whispered
'please' into the ground.
He pressed my chest when
I saw the moon, and
unbuckled my belt when
he held me down.
It smelled of dew.
Celestine Stilwell
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Celestine Stilwell  17/Genderqueer/Devon, England
(17/Genderqueer/Devon, England)   
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