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May 2020
Her whisper is the Lucifer,
because when she calls I  must answer.

(Holding on is too hard to bear
when her voice feels like satin on my skin.)

I go to her,
because I am only humanβ€”
but she is something more.
Tea Bland
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Tea Bland  Genderqueer/PNW
(Genderqueer/PNW)   
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