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i was infinite.

i was young.

frail, i clung

to the ***** hem

of my mother's skirt.

i didn't know it

i couldn't feel it

but i knew

something was wrong.

it started as a

sting, then pounded

through my blood.

then i turned into a chicken.

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calypoc

American

Published: Mar 31, 2013
LinesWords: 1244

Notes: I shall call this a Kandee poem. Because it's very much like Kandee's personality and such. I was bored, so the ending is me being bored, just so you know.

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