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Jan 2015
She'd wipe words from her cherry lips
with a crumpled napkin just before
she spoke
Silence is isolation when all she hears
is noise
Anxiety is a tragedy withholding
her own self
She has no poise
and confidence doesn't come easily
when she's stranded in society
Raven
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Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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