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Dirt under my feet,
cradles my ancestors bones
with new life blooming.
//
Air flows in my lungs,
escaping off of my lips,
with my poetry.
//
Flames dance in my soul,
ignited by my past lives,
leaving trace embers.
//
Drowning in my tears,
saltwater suffocation,
Return to the sea.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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