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Mar 2019
She tells me my hands are warm.
In that moment
I feel the raging fire
once used
to burn my ancestors.

And that makes me wonder
Why haven't I burned anything down
except myself?
I have a friend who always tells me how my hands are warm. I then remember how many people in my family were once burned for being "witches"
livianna
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livianna  Cisgender Female
(Cisgender Female)   
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     ---, sophie and Perry
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