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Mar 2023
You came to live inside my house,
crossing the threshold that does not say 'Welcome'
You made your bed,
and now you will not wake up

"When will you leave?"

But you don't hear me,
and the sun has gone away.
Written by
Aspen  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
546
   Jamadhi Verse
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