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Dec 2019
Soft pastel skies, shining through my window
Gently blowing through life like it's nothing
Can i just please stop this train i'm on
The whistle has just blown again
and here we go again, round and round
on this track, circles and circles
there is no letting go
gotta hold on till the end
Bones
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Bones  Gender Nonconforming
(Gender Nonconforming)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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