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Sep 2015
our skin is made to be shed
like a cocoon
and when we are free
we sprout out our wings, because inside we were all
butterflies,
this noose hanging is the key in my hand
that opens the door
to my darkest fairyland
Anastasia Anderson
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Anastasia Anderson  Magnolia, Tx
(Magnolia, Tx)   
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