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Most people leave you high and dry. He left me wet and low.
A strange city was home to a stranger man, All bets flew off the table, as we bonded over a common friend. He picked me up after a long wait, through dust and storm, to show me around the…
When I was 2 years old,
I saw my father run away from an angry mob
We are in the second year of MeToo and…
I could be a she, I could be a he,