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Oct 2019
Screaming internally; sitting in silence.
Make these feelings wash away without a word spoken.

Articulating perceptions while throwing water on burning oil.
Flames and rainbows blend until the fuel is exhuasted.

I am exhausted.
Alaina Moore
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Alaina Moore  32/Non-binary/Chicago
(32/Non-binary/Chicago)   
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