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Apr 2020
The day the earth set me forth
flowers blossomed in my mother's chest
and ivy tucked itself beneath her tendons.
Perhaps that is why I forfeit good men for anarchists.

I was born neither one thing
nor the other.
- on identity of the self
Written by
Meysa  London
(London)   
601
   Cloudydaze and ryn
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