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Apr 2020
I am worth that laughter, that comes from within,
The kind of *** that’s bruised lips, and tender skin,
I maybe the bottom of an empty glass,
But I am not the bottom of anything.

I will not always be kind, I will be the bark that bites.
Sometimes I'm shy, I ask you to have patience to realise
May I find the strength to let it pass
Never having to apologise.
Laura P
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Laura P  33/Genderqueer/London
(33/Genderqueer/London)   
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       Parker, hypnopunk and Laura P
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