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Jan 2022
when people look at our hands,
im afraid of all they can see
of me.

what if they fear
i dont love you enough?
what if they see
all the love i feel for you?

i have to close the door
to their voyeurism.
i have to open it
for us to walk through.

hold my hand tighter,
im still afraid
of me.
12.10.2021 Lucie
yann
Written by
yann  24/Genderqueer/France
(24/Genderqueer/France)   
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