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Mar 2019
She speaks of a cure
Far off, that's pure
She decks me over the head
And poisons me with lead
Her heart is cold
Her mind's been told
Love is for the weak
And it's also very bleak
But last week,

She kissed me sweet
I knew I was complete
She knew she was beat
By the loved she seemed to meet.
Oh the thoughts of her and I
Sparkle bright in my eye,
My love for her is lore
She's my all and more
And now she loves me for

Our hearts are beating fast
I know that we may last
She lay beside me tonight
And I knew she loves the fright
Just her and me
Will forever be
Death
Winter
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Winter  Gender Nonconforming/Paris, France
(Gender Nonconforming/Paris, France)   
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