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Dec 2019
Wanna say some big words.
Dig first.
And pull the remaining numbers.
After making half a fraction.
Of this big world.
But **** it. It's a glimpse. In time.
Like me oh **** it I'm a big girl.
I make **** stir. So fry. Them veggies
You noodle heads.
Bite your lip. . And flip it till the lid burns......
Like I dont want to chem death.
Sail away. Before my essence.
Lives its seven lessons
Inside our fixed world
Opening a can of millipedes
A hundred feet.
Marching with the big worms.
I really know Michelle.
Became addicted
After twisting. Paths
With trans vibes
Hoping substances made big girls...
So I'm scared to get addicted.
**** is risky
With my home address.
Resident. To solely live in this world.
This girl.
Ninja turtle. Tunnel vision.
Fixed on splinter
Better get shredder when my **** hurts.
Competitive. My shell. A diamond stone
That's hard and cold.
The compress. Make complex.
Diamond.... born of coal.
My home away from home
Not roads you name.
Unknown and overgrown
But rode daily just the same

My shoes. The souls.
A gentle step.
From. Being properly formed. Bit torn But more like love protection
From the storm. And worn to keep me warm.
My insides crack like. Magic. God snaps. His fingers. My back gets cracking
My lungs a cancer tract.
I hope that I cough up
What's  remaining brain cells still
In practice
Need to quit. This ***** severe
My weirdness. Kept inside madness
Magically appears
Until the emptiness grows near.
Dreading life without a change.
My world of pain.
And shame and tears...
I need god. To motive make.
A slow and most dramatically break.
That lowly flows from head to toe

*** mona the warrior. So waits...
Severed head. To overflow her plate
Tony tucker. Get it straight.
Blood flows like smuggled dope
Inside the freights.
Tryna show off something
Unnacomplished yet. Seems
So ******* fake.
Refrain from saying it.
Till god actually breaks your face....
Have a toilet autopsy. Inquiry. Into the king's untimely death.
My queen forgets. The torment lent to her at his hands inside her head




**** me. I **** at transformations.
Leave it to someone who's better.
I tried when I was a teen.
Couldn't do it.
Trying now. Really not happening.
If it happens awesome if not. Well oh well.
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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