november
                                                                     b  r  e  e  z  e
                                                            not a siren, but
                                                  a heavy exhale
                                          saying the holes
                               left in my chest
                         from the bullets
                   he dodged
          can be
     more
than
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i just have to feel it and
let it pass and let the magic
of creation and connection
take my words and show
other girls like me
how
to
be
something
other than a target.