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Mar 2021
Her converse mozie her through the cemetery that once wasn't sad
until she died
until I died
they bring her home
they bring her to the one she wishes she could hate
the one she wants to tell the truth
the truth that she doesn't even know
truth that may mean she's not a she
but again I don't know who I am
or who I love
whether it's them
or her
but right now
never him
.
Written by
Iris  F/New England
(F/New England)   
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