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Oct 2019
In my most calm and still moments, your face comes to me like a caress on the cheek.
My soul turns a deep pink-red for you, even if I favor a forest green.  When we are together my heart grows with yours like a mess of tangled ivy.
There is no one else.
Hold my hand so we don't float away.
How do you make me feel so human and so celestial at the same time?
Elle Brookes
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Elle Brookes  20/Two-Spirit
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