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Apr 15
Shadows waltzing across my ceiling never seem to fear the future.
They come when called, enthusiastically enthralled.
They kiss and trail
Every night without fail

My frail body lays awake
I lie and ache
Fear a constant, leering foe.
I yearn to be the soft, sweet 6 year old.
She was scared and alone
But she had been safe.

The shadows have no worldly fears
Their care is only the forever dance of night
When they intertwine
Togethet
Instil fear into the hearts of young
And bring hope to the future generation
The Blue Bottles
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The Blue Bottles  15/Gender Nonconforming/The void behind Oklahoma
(15/Gender Nonconforming/The void behind Oklahoma)   
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   Sailor Sable
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