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Jul 2020
my heart pulses to the beat
of the low fire burning in my chest

it's taken months to stoke this flame
and yet still it is little more than heated stones

through rain and wind i fought
               my arms and soul are weary
but the fight won't be taken from me yet
Birdcaller
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Birdcaller  25/Genderqueer/Finding Home
(25/Genderqueer/Finding Home)   
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   Imran Islam and Bryn Kennell
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