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Oct 2016
Slipping from her tongue
the way water rushes
from mountain tops
her insides seeping unedited
an adolescent freedom
doing as she is prompted
a slave unto oneself
who is the free one,
A closed or opened book?
When the tongue is tied, who is really knotted?
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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   Jurtin Albine
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