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Mar 2014
My eyes are not wet
And yet I am weeping,
I sink with the weight
Of secrets I'm keeping.
I try to run, unable to move
I turn to flee, and find no door.
I close my eyes to obscure the sight,
And cover my ears to mask the roar.
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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