The night I was born it was just me and the stars,
my cries so loud I'd scared off the moon.
And longing for a light I had never known,
my fresh tears soaked into the earth, her first taste of me.
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starlit whispers
Non-Fictionpoetic entries from the diary of a pansexual, pangender, and often panicked individual. Most of them are unfinished half baked ideas because I am a mess of a person.
