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Dec 2024
The seasons never cease to change

Flowing as I sit with my hood down

In the rain washing away unjust notions

Cold little drops kissing my skin

Breathing deep this wet wind

Imagining it erasing all of my sins

Feeling the healing mist

As my pulse thuds in my wrist
Cassian
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Cassian  16/Transmasculine/Nowhere
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