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Nov 2015
And so it seems
Words of reckless
Words of judgements
Have become transparent

Clearing am I to become my own
Convinced of disparity
Modified to displease
Place me upon your convictions

Slit my savage thoughts
For your own are disgraceful
Jewels of these
I cannot not insist

Definition of you
I am not
Vitality of my own
Illuminates the very
Aimee Booton
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Aimee Booton
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