She, he, and me
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riverstyx666Trans boys are real boys
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I grew up on milkweed and frogs’ breath, On long sunny days and

She, he, and me

I grew up on milkweed and frogs’ breath,

On long sunny days and

shirtless summer nights.

Running through the forests,

Leaves stroking my arms,

And thorns biting at my heels.

I aged in a field, a white dress

Childhood, the birds sang at me.

I was always missing from me.

I played with my fait as if,

Someone would cut,

cauterize and calase it over

If a single drop of the decrepit red

Wine would spill onto the prim white dress,

And she would be turned to dust.

I gripped her in my powerless hands.

Until she no longer belonged, and

I let go with both hands but held on,

To everything I knew. He sundered the

dress, the milkweed, and the forests.

He holds his stance with the thorns, the

Nights, and the field

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