Safe Place

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Seemingly trivial,

though strands of my mind.

 

Coming together they all seem to mend

The insurmountable wares

My soul finds in its unwavering bends.

 

It is here that I can speak without fear.

A language all of my own,

No matter how queer.

 

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Me
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