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Mother doesn’t know I wear boy clothes on Sunday doesn’t see me smile anymore, only bow my head in Shame and Diligence a coal brand where my Adams apple should be, isn’t there, but her hands are choking me I quake in her symmetry I am odd ball creature. Separation anxiety and harpoon sling kisses, a love like a boxing club.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Muted Honey (I)
Mother doesn’t know I wear boy clothes on Sunday doesn’t see me smile anymore, only bow my head in Shame and Diligence a coal brand where my Adams apple should be, isn’t there, but her hands are choking me I quake in her symmetry I am odd ball creature. Separation anxiety and harpoon sling kisses, a love like a boxing club.
Muted Honey (x) will probably refer to the drafts which explore my gender identity hm
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
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