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Jul 2019
I teared down the floor boards of my heart
I opened a latch on the floor
and out came a piece
Of a doorΒ Β 
With a staircase winding down
Descending into psyche
You are foundΒ Β 
To a moldy room with dusty brooms
rotting wood and colonial perfume
I am a cluttered storage solely containing
ancient relics of you
Just came out like word *****
Egeria Litha
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Egeria Litha  24/Two-Spirit/Scarlet Town
(24/Two-Spirit/Scarlet Town)   
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