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Mar 2015
Layers and layers devour me
concealing what I dare not see.
Despite protest, despite proof,
I'm buried alive despite the truth.
A bold face warrior holding back the past;
a cold case murderer molding up theΒ Β mask.
Poem created by Medinah Aousunt
Medinah Aousunt
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Medinah Aousunt
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