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Nov 2020
The warm winds of my future are filling my wings.

I am starting to fly,

beginning to sing

with abandonment,

for what does it matter who hears?

I'm not trilling for them.

I delight my own ears.
Jennifer Faris
Written by
Jennifer Faris  38/Non-binary
(38/Non-binary)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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