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Dec 2014
The sun is in my mouth.
My tears are flooding your voice.
I'm sorry,
but it's so beautiful.
The moon is swinging in my eyes.
I'm swaying to somebody's screams.
I'm trembling.
I'm trembling.
I need to swallow it.
If I don't swallow, it kills me.
I need to feed it.
I need to feel it.
I can't control myself anymore.
L
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L  28/Non-binary
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   Brittle Bird
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