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Nov 2024
the weight of constellations
surrounded by the ink of amorphous sky
slamming into my chest
clearing my lungs of all air
I double over
as the heaviness of sky
sucker punches me in the lungs
They aren't as bright
in my hometown
Written by
Willow  19/Transfeminine/United States
(19/Transfeminine/United States)   
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   Jill
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