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Aug 2011
because this documentary is sad
because my best friend's street was destroyed in riots
and i missed her call when she rang from Liverpool
fleeing to a safe place
because i haven't bled in a while
in the way that promises you aren't having a baby
and how would i ever raise a little soul
or maybe it means nothing
or maybe it means i have to tell my father
this
poem
is
really
personal
but that's another thing that makes me cry
why do we separate ourselves from each other
?
Kiagen McGinnis
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Kiagen McGinnis
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