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Jul 2021
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I wish I had never met Death.

Her name sours my stomach and,
scratches my skin.

I hope I never hear her name,
when I begin again.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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     Keah Jones and Juneau
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