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chokehold
my rights are in a chokehold,
gasping for the air they once were able to breathe in deep.
the air that made them feel so free,
like a bird in the great open sky,
or a puppy full of sweet little dreams.
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valid
your trauma is valid even if,
you cannot remember it properly.
your trauma is valid even if,
it has been years since it has happened.
your trauma is valid even if,
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crushed little stars that i hold in my hands.
every little star in the dusky night sky,
has a story that collects together.
i hold the stars in my hands,
and count them one by one,
watching the stories unravel.
some stars poke me and leave scars,
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my anxious heart.
my anxious heart,
it haunts me when i finally decide to nod off,
whilst my anxious mind whispers old and embarrassing events,
and eventually i am wide awake again,
bug eyed,
and holding the covers above my head.
Loves
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Summer in March
Half winter, half spring.
It's like the seasons were cut in half
Severed at its ends
Last year, winter
was freezing cold.
Like how it
should be.
This year, it's -
damn you, bill.
the fabric beneath my soles brushes against the concrete
cut and cut by the rough edge of this stone world
i come across a bill
raising it to my nose i breathe life and death,
that faint, mysterious scent that has
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