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Jun 2023
i sit on a cactus, cross-leggéd and tired.
i watch a scorpion crawl across my arm.
she has stung me before.
it was the worst thing i had experienced up until then.

she looks into my eyes, and for a moment
we share an understanding,
that she could sting me whenever she wants,
and remind me of what i'll never become.
adeline
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adeline  17/Transfeminine
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