Tumble

Dark waverings haunt me in the echoing canyons of noisome multitudes
Of silent futures yet to come pierced by falling decay
As mighty works come down in wind and heaving earth
With none but our disinterested inheritors to see

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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