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Sep 2014
My ribs call for justice
Strumming them like
Harps
Stomach,
Roars for a revolution.
Mind enthused by the
Fleeting high ofย 
Hunger, and loss.
Image damaged by
Thoughts of perfection
Stranded among lost islands
Of paradise
Aaron Bee
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Aaron Bee  22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico
(22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico)   
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