Ripped out pages 6|11 (year unknown)

Like A River

 I can hear the cold

and feel the warmth

of this moment

up the hill.

I climbed it;

my personal pilgrim,

and it feels personal

and mine.

One of the few things of mine

that have not .been invaded.

One of the few things of mine

that I can still protect.

The rest of my things,

I couldn't.

My family, my sexuality, my brilliance,

my heart.

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