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May 16
i cant breathe, i cant think
i cant skate, because the rink
its too warm
melting ice
my one solace
my one vice
i cant freeze
freeze my brain
lose myself in the music
get lost in the pain
the sting of the cold
my movements bold
i cant sing
i cant swing
move my body
i cant move
i cant think
The Blue Bottles
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The Blue Bottles  15/Gender Nonconforming/The void behind Oklahoma
(15/Gender Nonconforming/The void behind Oklahoma)   
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