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Nov 2021
At somewhere past 3
in the morning,
my feelings trickle.

Down my face
and down
my arms.

I stretch towards
what I believe to be
the sky,
past this gray ceiling.

And yet these hands of mine
will never find
a single thing to hold
and call "mine".
Ale
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Ale  17/Non-binary
(17/Non-binary)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Khaab
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