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Feb 2019
I am a God
I create worlds with my fingertips on this canvas of a body
With my bare hands I erupt volcanoes from a wrinkled visage
Burning valleys gather on my legs, a desperate cry for help as I run through useless ideas.

I am a God,
I create worlds at my fingertips,
But this one is broken.
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max  16/Non-binary/somewhere else
(16/Non-binary/somewhere else)   
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   Lizzie
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