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Palpitations ripple through veins until the body vibrates, and the whole world
Can hear it. A quivering voice shakes the foundations of our greatest achievements until
People's tastes change. The salt of tears dissolves into the gravity of the claims and
We finally see the perimeter of our cage. The flash of bombs dropped ensures we can
Smell the burning end.
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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