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Jan 2021
Mother paranoia and father inadequacy slept together to make my ghost.
They cradle me. I nestle into them with a cold nose, and a tense jaw.
Sore teeth chatter inaudibly; I ask for assurance. They whisper back to me softly, lovingly, “No.” They swaddle me. I shrink into invisible delight.
Frances
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Frances  23/Non-binary
(23/Non-binary)   
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   Harley Hucof
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