Seasons- Poetry
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Original poetry By me
"You've always meant something to me, I just don't know what that is yet." --May 31st, 2023, 10:03 AM
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Credit to cover photo photographer
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Tws
sexual assault
gender dysphoria
death
suicide
abuse
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This is for Marceline & Marcus
Neither of you will ever get to read it, but you always told me to write this.
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Each part will be poems I wrote on that day, some shorter than others.
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I have some holes in my dates because of writers block.
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