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the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend.
with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue.
i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
When the ground shook beneath her,
she held her balance.
When that very ground cracked,
she didn't loose a step.
And when she thought her world was caving in,
she smiled at the thought of new beginnings.
