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Jan 2020
he takes my wrists
into his fists

and sets me on fire.

he takes my clothes
its me he chose

he never seems to tire.

i think about yelling
i think about telling

but only whisper no.

my clothes are gone
my mind is done

i really want to go.
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em  20/Non-binary/California
(20/Non-binary/California)   
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     The Poetic Nicole, melancholy and LC
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