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Jan 2019
in an infinity of struggle and hardship.
Eyes open just to see the whirlwind
and colors of our pain.
The world is shaded in blues and deep purples
like the bruises left all over.
Everywhere the hurt washes out the other colors
what was once vibrant grows dark.
Innocent, ignorant faces change
smiles melt into frowns.
Children grow too fast in this pain
the blue smeared on their sneakers.
We have to run
from the pain and the devastation.
Blue wind whipping your face
tears stream down from your eyes.
You're blue.
I feel the blue.
Nemo W
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Nemo W  20/Gender Fluid
(20/Gender Fluid)   
     M-E and Nemo W
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