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Feb 2020
Iced hands
Drip, dripping with icicles
Light a fire
Dip, dipping them in gasoline
Stick a hand in, one at a time,
Into the fireplace
Smile
Scorched hands, are happy hands
Crackling in time with the flickering flames
The shadows cast, dance the tango around the room
Skin melting off the bone
Drip, dripping down my arms
Written by
Gray Dawson  19/Trans Male/Chicago IL
(19/Trans Male/Chicago IL)   
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     Perry and Michael Stefan
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