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Apr 2019
Every time your red fist touches my melanin canvas,  

it leaves a bruise that floats upon the surface of the skin,  


and I connect the dots of those marks,

making constellations out of falling scars  


that explode into kaleidoscopic galaxies,

reaching toward infinity.
Written by
Tramel Griffith  18/Agender
(18/Agender)   
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   Krystle OBrien and L B
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