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#eunice
What does Eunice bring on these blustered, raging winds? Busted fences put up in haste, a forlorn balloon cut loose, with a smiley face harking back to those asymmetric aceeeed days when polarity was frowned upon: what’s your name where you from what you done? A man cut from rich serge can be employed to gaslight blackened eyes to white, but the **** in Kent’s hedges don’t lie
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Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 6:50 AM UTC
You seein’ iss?
People laugh, I hurt But I don't mind Gender is the joke I am the punchline Fighting for the binaries when our expression is undefined If I die then I'll be the last bit lived true My angry people may take my body since I'll not be back
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
Joan Eunice Smith