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1d
anthem; my song
plays, and I will
wind my own turnkey.
I'll dance, shaking
off the rust of shame
and regret;
it won't stop me.

If I'm stuck looking back
at the past, how will I ever
see the present?
Courtney Hawkins
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Courtney Hawkins  30/Agender/USA
(30/Agender/USA)   
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