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Mar 2015
i have become all the
    
          things you hate

(smoke and      bones

and         red lipstick)

but i    wonder if you

would   still   think  i

have the sun shining

outofmyskin or  that

i gave every   star its

place  in  the  galaxy.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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