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Feb 2019
Sometimes I feel like my bones are made up of inflated balloons.
Filled with flat air that never floats me in the right direction.
I have skin and clothes covering them but with every step I still hear them move.

And everyone sees me.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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     Fawn, Perry and Jashn
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