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Oct 2019
I am a scholar, magician, architect
But also a gladiator about to burst through the gates
I am the Hermit but also the Sun hiding behind the clouds
I am the sword never drawn, fire never started
I am begging to be realized as I should be
Protective hands that would never do such a thing
For fear they would lose me in life's claws
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taylormeadowe  19/Non-binary
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