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Aug 2020
In morning I awaken, gasping for light

my birth, a first breath in fire

ripped from my sanctuary of void sight

identical synthetic houses made to admire

filled with stain of suffering and spite

stuffed to the brim with the wet words of liars

thick is my liquid consciousness which fades into the night
Each day is the same but each morning I am someone new, a stranger to this reality.
Red
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Red  Genderqueer/australia
(Genderqueer/australia)   
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