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Dec 2020
collect my fears and my wounds and
my hearts and my tombs, all the
dead that i've buried
and the living things too.

wish it weren't over.

take a look through
the steeples and pews.

underbrush fire, pious desire,
pale-soft leaves that cut you
like briars.
Genevieve
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Genevieve  19/F/USA
(19/F/USA)   
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