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Jul 2020
A woman who rose
From ash and fire
Is the storm
To wash away flames
Her clouds are miles high
Where her head lies
She is strong
But still
She rains.
She will peel the layers of herself
And the the land
To make anew fertile home
For her children to grow
holy smokes i was a cringy kid, ****.
Liberty J
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Liberty J  18/Cisgender Female
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