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Jan 2019
In translucent hands
he reads a scripture belonging only to him,
and from memory, he'll rebuild his own illumination.
I feel my bones growing! I feel the warm sun! I am finally satisfied with my own reflection!
Stu
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Stu  22/Cisgender Male/Michigan
(22/Cisgender Male/Michigan)   
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