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Sep 2016
Summer fling,
Don’t mean a thing;
I was made in the ‘hood,
Reborn and resurrected
In the parts they like to call Hell.

One night stands
Drunken regrets;
When you wake up I’ll be gone
And in my place
Will be a note sealed with a kiss
And a promise broken before it was made.
You can find more of my poetry at caitlincacciatore.wordpress.com
Caitlin Cacciatore
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Caitlin Cacciatore  27/Cisgender Female/New York City
(27/Cisgender Female/New York City)   
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