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Nov 2024
i have felt the hands of god
they were my brother's hands
feeling me up on the living room couch
only eleven and i knew
god was a greedy teenage boy
with sweaty hands and a *******
first poem i've ever written about my brother. crazy times.
basil
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basil  20/they/them/the moon
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   Lumin Guerrero
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