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Nov 2020
the bones that i held
are mine to shatter
and mine to break and bend

these bones are not yours to manipulate
not yours to shatter
crush into a fine powder
and snort it
because it makes you happy
rage
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rage  16/Non-binary/hell
(16/Non-binary/hell)   
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     Martin Bond and JoyAndPain
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