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Aug 2015
Is the world I carry with me.
At the back of my head,
Are these words I play back and forth.
At my back,
Is a child who's always
Fond of furs and cats,
Afraid of thunder and ghosts;
And there in front of me,
Is a lady perfecting
How to become a woman,
Waiting for the right man.
To what generation do you belong?
What do you long to do?
thoughts to dump
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