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May 2019
lets skip this,
his mind was ******
he lusted for the world
his eyes were like pearls
and songs on repeat
he trusted his labedo
as he made a new friend
the two were of mostly the hetero type
but with curious disregard
he made bonds with others in the circle
but never straying too far
from the object of his desire
the two were like ambient sounds of birds chirping across the stream,
coming in close but never truly being one
just simply observing eachother in the small surrender
of the peaceful world
and as time went on we decided that sometimes
birds must flock to their own
but still i remember that beautiful song
and what a way it was
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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