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Mar 2022
my skin is finally finished peeling
i swept up the old layer into the dustbin
and now i get to be grown (past tense)

i'll keep growing and i'll have to shed another layer of me
but the molting is over
i can feel the winter sun on my lips

it feels like salt
a snake ghostwrote this on my profile <3
okay but fr i'm doing well. and i feel like a very cool version of myself.

12.27.2021
basil
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basil  19/they/them/the moon
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