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May 2015
Yesterday, I got caught in
A downpour waiting for
My bus. At the gas station, I
Saw a lady praying to God
As I passed by. Thought of
These holes in my face like
Those of her Holy ghost, or
My pap's sturdy old boots.
He always said somehow I
Look just like the mona lisa.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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