Finch, field mice,
I envy your great size,
As I am just a speck.
Of dust of sand
In a great world,
A wide universe,
With no limits or boundaries.
Alone I am almost nothing.
Almost but not quite.
Shadows move
Lost Graves are found
Glimpses of the future
Shown to a child
Sensing emotions
But autistic?
Disabled, LGBT, autistic
Never simple
I carry many labels.
Is this a new one?
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