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Mar 2
Numb to touch
pressure under my skin.

Electric brush
stroke finely pricked.

Mind of innocence
Petals freshly plucked.

Left to adorn
shrouding my affliction.

Mine to live and lead
As partners pass and fade.
I am not my infection. I am not my illness. Rejection hurts but it's a learning curve.
Frances Marie
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Frances Marie  24/Non-binary/Ontario
(24/Non-binary/Ontario)   
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   Immortality
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