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Feb 2020
you don't hold me
as tight as
you used to

and i can feel
my pieces
starting to slip
apart
been a day...
basil
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basil  20/they/them/the moon
(20/they/them/the moon)   
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       Mims, stargazer and Tanisha Jackland
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