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Aug 2019
now
My laughs are now
at the top of my throat
Our situation
now being what chokes me

My moans have become
breathing exercises
to calm down
my tears
now pools of long-term fear
rather than
temporary turmoil

My hands
now pick up pens and put
pain to paper
tears to trees
rather than reaching to yours
in ease

now
let go of me please
'Melia
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'Melia  24/Genderqueer
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