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i stand at a crossroads i stare at the signs
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a boy without the necessary equipment
and you say i'm not real
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She is a maiden softer than dream-time.
But this body deceives her.
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she looks forward to being
present someday
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she becomes her own truth
on a Thursday,
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to sleep within her layers
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It's a troubled walk my friend
Each day brings old pain back again
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She grows and changes
I remain the same
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Some mornings at the chapel's
Mirror, I catch a stained glass
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by kaylawishing
32 lines,
on Dec 27 12:55 PM 2007. In Transgender, Life, Society, Hope, Pain, Personal, Teens, Adult, Children, World
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In this quiet room of praise and counting coin,
a lady waits
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a pennant hangs
in early celebration-
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it happens
as dreams and distractions
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she nibbles remorse
with tiny teeth,
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to age nine: memory
folds
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drowning in flesh.
I think
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This water is scratched
in these hours, in this room so
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wake up &
he's still here.
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carry my murmuring pause
tucked into your wind,
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