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1d
I emerge when you're not there,
I hid from the worse of the abuse,
skinny into the sheets near pockets,
I hid my breath and the trembling
My mother knew I was always there,
but gave me points for the evasion.....
My own blood and their siblings,
but I hid like a strange and magically
once here and freezing like a
fridge.
I can't stand heat but the cooling
and rain affects fragility of wool...
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  46/M/Oz
(46/M/Oz)   
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