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Jul 2016
Those words we use to speak to each other so fluently are now harsh lashes to my flesh,
My shield covering my body now seems to be the color of black and blue,
We no longer speak in fluent tone,
For the tone we speak now is foreign to one another,
My good intentions seem to be your biggest fear,
Words coming from another body but all I get are the harsh lashes to my flesh
Claire Walters
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Claire Walters  23/F/Pennsylvania
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