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Aug 2020
This new sword
so awkward in my grip
I start to fumble and blister
Fear rises
My brows tightened
My teeth draw blood from my own lips
Until I remember
the same old shield
still at my side
Covers me always
Love to LGBTQ. I’m not a member but I will fight for you now
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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