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Jun 2016
I'm scared to numbness,
clutching
my moral compass,
as the only weight
that keeps me from
blasting
off this cruel crust
of our planet.
**** it.
There was a time
my feet only knew to fly
in the right direction.
svdgrl
Written by
svdgrl  NY
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   Dana Colgan
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