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Oct 2021
The old neighborhood is a labyrinth
Of second-story windows, lamplight and
Distant smells of pencils and dryer sheets
Of a Sunday dinner that never ends
Nat
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Nat  24/Non-binary/The Untied States
(24/Non-binary/The Untied States)   
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